Bugged

Sharing my body with an obnoxious virus makes me cranky, so I'll be brief. No rain came today or yesterday, so the weather bureau was wrong again, after being wrong by not predicting rain on Tuesday. I guess it's a good thing that it isn't wet right now, though, as the damp might aggravate the virus. Or maybe it's not a good thing, as the dry evening with crescent moon and Venus emerging has lured me outdoors into the cool air once again to risk pneumonia. Rain would at least keep me from that foolishness.

The virus has also brought me strange dreams the last couple of days. I go out the back door to find long segments of fence have collapsed during the night and that various beasts have entered the yard. Some of the beasts are plants that walk and might be small ents or baby triffids. My dream self thinks that the dog from next door will come into my yard and piss on the walking plants and I'll get blamed and then there'll be trouble. The good thing about the dreams is that my dream self isn't suffering a sore throat or post-nasal drip. Other than that, I can't say I enjoy them.

Now I have to shower before it gets too late. I missed it last night and my head is getting itchy.