I’ve been sick all week. Unable to work on Tuesday or Wednesday, working from home on Thursday, and working from home today. And I’m not a good patient. I always feel like I should be doing something, because I’m always doing something. I’m used to powering through when I have a cold, but this is one of the worst colds I’ve ever had. (I’m in the coughing stage now.) I had to bail out of playing a confirmation on Tuesday, which I hated and apologized profusely to the music director for. I had to cancel a practice, which I never want to do. So the sooner this illness is ova, the happier I’ll be. In the meantime, I had to remind myself about trying to be patient and allowing others to step in when I can’t carry out my duties.
Incidentally, the last time I had a cold (one that was not nearly as serious), I wrote a post on how being sick affects my organisting, which you can read here.
On the bright side, my Kindle Fire came in:
I got a bunch of my magazine subscriptions on there, not to mention one of the pope’s books. And I’m going to read “Moneyball,” which I’ve long meant to read but never have. This will be very useful for those long train rides.
I’ve also spent a lot of this week rewatching the legendary British comedy “Keeping Up Appearances” on Netflix. The show concerns a woman, Hyacinth Bucket (who insists it’s pronounced “bouquet”) who grew up in lower-class settings, married middle-class, and is doing her darnedest to become upper-class, mostly by name-dropping and irritating her neighbors, relatives, and people she was hoping to impress — in the end revealing the downmarket roots she goes to great lengths to hide. There are only about 45 episodes, but it’s a hilarious gem.
I’ve had a few good comforts this week to try to help me get through this sickness. I ordered new slippers online, and they got here just before I got sick. And I’ve been happily shuffling around in them all week. There was leftover chicken soup to scarf down, plus some chicken casserole, which I happily call “chicken goop.” My new bed is very comfortable, especially with its heated mattress pad. And Dayquil and Nyquil make the days a little more loopy.
Before I took ill, my friends and their baby came to help me with my secret project (which will appear in less than a month’s time). It is organist-related. In fact, here’s a screenshot of what they took:
The full thing will be revealed next month. I’m so excited about it.
Shame on Fr. Z, who has apparently turned birther. Ask yourself: Why is a Catholic priest, especially one who considers himself orthodox, digging into this cesspool? This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, either (in that instance, he was accepting as truth something written by a known sleazeball). At least his combox was politely correcting him, but they need to be firmer. Fr. Z’s dislike of the president (which is understandable) has badly affected his judgment, and that has an effect on the ministry he wants to have. He should apologize to his readers. And conservative Catholics need to be careful that they’re limiting their criticism of the president to things he’s actually done, not things for which there is no evidence.
One last note about my illness: my coworkers have been pretty good about it. They’ve been ever better about warning people I was sick — which is why, my coworker said, someone who had borrowed my chair basically sprang out of it with the hastiest of retreats after she informed him I had the flu. I still don’t have the flu, but doesn’t it sound more dramatic that way?