Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Argh. The elements conspired against me. Well maybe not Earth, but Air, Water, and Fire certainly did.

Plan was to take care of a couple of errands, then go to Bowie to visit Mom and my brother (and hit Mom up for money with which to pay car insurance), proceed from there to 3LF, and finally end up at anniemal's. Plan got discombobulated.

Let's see ... got moving late and slowly, and had to stop in the middle of preparations to rest. Annoying but not entirely unexpected. Already very late, and having punted on other errands, I went to make sure Perrine had a few days worth of food and water out, and noticed something odd about the stove. Tinkered with the stove a while to make sure it wasn't going to burn the house down while I was out. Heard fire engines. Went to front door and it was nothing but a wall of greyish white out there. Opened the door and sniffed: not smoke. Fog. Called Mom. Went out in "almost safe to drive 30MPH" fog, and very nearly turned back when I had trouble seeing stop signs. Decided to see whether it cleared up any when I got out of the city. After a bit of 30MPH on I95, I came out the other side of it and was able to get up to reasonable speeds.

Made it to 3LF very late. Played a track from that Jack Teagarden CD for silmaril, but then dropped the CD player and apparently broke it before Breno could hear it. Played same track for vvalkyri, but accidentally left my keys in her car when she drove off. Thank goodness for cell phones. Ate dinner. Zoomed to and fro at not-so-reasonable speeds (as I noticed when I glanced down at the instruments and realized I was moving faster than it felt like), passing through a few different counties. Finally made it to anniemal's. But have not yet fallen asleep because my athsma is being just annoying enough to keep me awake. Played Teagarden CD for anniemal ... wonder what syntonic_comma will think of it (at least a couple of extra-nifty tracks).

When I decided to distract myself with the computer (first thing: ask Google for the name I couldn't remember at the diner, then feel a tad foolish for having forgotten that Cab Calloway was the one who did "Minnie the Moocher"), LiveJournal wouldn't let me log on because of a database being read-only. Now it pretends to let me log on, but I'm not seeing any friends-only entries (and I went looking at some journals that I know have had friends-only posts in them recently to check). Feh.

Am very tired. Hoping my lungs decide to cooperate soon, after Albuterol followed half an hour later with cough syrup. (I've had this tickle -- in my chest rather than in my throat -- for a week or two now; it seems to be an allergy (or other environmental) problem, 'cause if I were slowly coming down with a cold, I'd have it for real by now. But tonight it's just a little bit worse, just enough so to be keeping me awake.)

This has not been my night. But despite that, there have been good things. Food and conversation. Snuggling. Seeing silmaril near laughter at bits of that tune. Feeling anniemal's feet move involuntarily next to me in bed to the same tune ("Froggie Moore Blues", if anyone's keeping score). The absence of police on the roads where I was driving quickly. And the fact that as much of a PITA fog can be, and as dangerous, it at least has the benefit of being pretty.