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Apr. 9th, 2003 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseI'm back at work this morning after having spent two days knocked on my ass by a weird bug. The only symptoms were dizziness and fatigue and it lasted about three days. Today, the muzzy feeling has retreated to somewhere just behind my temples and I have been able to venture out of the house. Good thing too; it's gloriously sunny and above freezing. Melt, snow, melt!
Between bouts of lying down comatose, I have managed to be productive, including getting my taxes done, a small website completed and various other duties attended to. I seem to have a really good head on these days. Music and writing are moving forward slowly but steadily and the winter's anxiety is slipping down the storm-sewer grates along with the substance formerly known as snow.
The death of my cousin this week has provided me an unexpected push: his son-in-law is one of the pianists I've been meaning to talk to and I will see him at the shiva tomorrow night. I will at least broach the subject of making music and arrange a get-together. If this sounds cold, it's only because I haven't posted about my sadness around Chuck's death.
He and his wife had already lost two of their three children. Why is that some people get so much attention from Mr. Death?
On Sunday, I'm off to New York City (well, Long Island, but 30 minutes from the city) for a week. I'm driving down with my parents to stay with my sister for Passover. Snake is flying in on Tuesday. Other than three hours in October, I haven't spent any real time in Manhattan since 8/11/01 when all was right with the world and George Bush was only a marginally-elected buffoon who had yet to inflate into the highly inflammable dirigible we know today. Hell, Enron hadn't even broken.
Between bouts of lying down comatose, I have managed to be productive, including getting my taxes done, a small website completed and various other duties attended to. I seem to have a really good head on these days. Music and writing are moving forward slowly but steadily and the winter's anxiety is slipping down the storm-sewer grates along with the substance formerly known as snow.
The death of my cousin this week has provided me an unexpected push: his son-in-law is one of the pianists I've been meaning to talk to and I will see him at the shiva tomorrow night. I will at least broach the subject of making music and arrange a get-together. If this sounds cold, it's only because I haven't posted about my sadness around Chuck's death.
He and his wife had already lost two of their three children. Why is that some people get so much attention from Mr. Death?
On Sunday, I'm off to New York City (well, Long Island, but 30 minutes from the city) for a week. I'm driving down with my parents to stay with my sister for Passover. Snake is flying in on Tuesday. Other than three hours in October, I haven't spent any real time in Manhattan since 8/11/01 when all was right with the world and George Bush was only a marginally-elected buffoon who had yet to inflate into the highly inflammable dirigible we know today. Hell, Enron hadn't even broken.
