Reactionary in Postcards 4

Bow of the Midway

I had one of those days yesterday.

I started the work day with a massive hyperactive attack courtesy of the steroids. Why the first shot didn’t bother me, I don’t know, but this second one in the hand had me going on as if I had taken a gallon of speed with hyperactivity. Yes, it wore off by noon after frightening the old operating nurse volunteer to anger. She didn’t believe me. Boy, she should have seen me on Hydrochlorothiazide. At least I didn’t have the dizziness that went with that reaction.

I came home with a sore throat, sneezes, and runny nose that I thought were just allergies to the dust at work. Went to my meeting. Didn’t hug anyone. This morning, it all seems to be a touch of a summer cold.

• Himself: Gym, worked hard, put up with me, dinner at Brigantine of fish tacos (5 points) and slaw. Roosevelt’s again till ten.


• Herself: Pool, work, facebook for work, meeting…now they are telling me that it goes till 6, one taco at the Brig.


• Reading: Still, “The Ship Who Sang.” I can’t believe I actually found a hard bound of this.


• Balance: Acceptance.