Sick

Ugh... I'm sick. Sore throat, low appetite, low energy. Think I've had a fever. Better not be the flu. I've had my flu shot.

Told my coworker and she ran a care package over to me. So nice. Got a lemon and a jar of honey with instruction to add two tablespoons of lemon juice and one heaping tablespoon of honey in a mug of warm water and to drink this regularly. I have, and my throat actually feels way better. She gave me a thing of tomato soup too. I've only been eating liquids, and it seems to act as a go-around for the lack of appetite. Getting some sustenance into me without overwhelming the system.

We managed to get a Christmas tree up over here. Wasn't really going to bother, but my roommate's work threw him a spare artificial tree. And then I set it up and was aggravated by  it's being bare, so I got some tinsel and a tree topper.

The "SSW Completion" post that I was trying to get to be the main Google hit for this blog is now showing up. The one from the first year of this blog is still the primary hit, but one time I Googled it, and I only got "SSW Completion".

Apparently there is a "Griffin Ave" right near where we live currently. Why didn't I get a place there?

I finished Into The Wild, which is a book by Jon Krakauer, who wrote Into Thin Air. Into Thin Air was about his experience climbing Mt. Everest, and Into The Wild was about his investigation of a young man who had passed away after a lengthy excursion in the wilderness. This book was good, but I think Krakauer is best when he's writing from his own perspective. For example, my favourite part of the book was when he was writing a comparative piece between his and the book's protagonist's perspectives, by putting in a bit about his mountain climbing.

I'm reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, which is about a child who falls on the autism spectrum and his investigation of the murder of a dog, and I'm reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, which is about an orphaned child being raised  by ghosts.