Sunday,
March 16, 2003
*hack*cough*sniffle*
Well, I was SUPPOSED to dance in the St. Paddy's Day parade today with the rest of the Isis dancers. Unfortunately, my immune system decided otherwise and allowed the flu to continue unchecked. As a result my sinuses are draining like taps, my eyes and nose are leaking, and I look dreadful.
Deciding that the other dancers probably didn't want a dose of this, I decided to stay home, and may well stay home from the peace vigil that's supposed to go on tonight, as well. Which might be all for the best -- while I still don't think this war has been thought out very well and we've pretty much trampled over any attempt at maintaining good relations with other coutries, it seems that nothing is going to stop it. In which case, let's hit them hard and get it over with.
On a more amusing note, we've been talking in Susan Shwartz's newsgroup at SFF.net about the old days when mothers would make their daughters wear underwear while sleeping, including bras. Mom tried that with me, but finally gave up (I can be obstinate when I want to be -- she tried to make me wear orthopedic shoes when I was a kid, too, but had to stop when I kept throwing them in the toilet). However, the conversation then segued onto comfort levels when sleeping, and some women indicated that they're comfortable sleeping sans panties. I cannot get to sleep unless I'm wearing underpants. I can sleep topless (yeah, yeah, I know -- TMI -- but it gets hot in Texas), but I feel oddly unnerved and (heh) exposed if I'm not in panties at night.
And now you know
what I wear when I'm sleeping. Aren't you glad you checked my journal today?