Today Was Not a Total Waste!

[ase]

My scarf came back! I lost it somewhere between produce and checkout Monday night, and I was sure it was gone forever. But I went back, and the lost and found had it! This is a vast improvement over this afternoon, which I want a mulligan on.

Also, cycling endorphins rock, even those achieved though night rides in just above freezing temps. Or maybe especially. I need to find some time of day the condo exercise room doesn't have - ugh - other people in it, so I get life-affirming exercise all the time.

Depth is being sidetracked by reading; I'm up to January '83 in And the Band Played On, and am selfishly holding my breath until I find out if the blood banks started decent sample testing* before or after a certain June c-section. Okay, wait, I just went looking for spoilers, and, well, isn't that interesting.

*"decent": antibody or other test for virus of interest. Screening by pint and not by lifestyle.

Back after a fifty more pages of death, suffering, and horrible death. I'm going to be a complete wreck at work tomorrow. Or maybe I'll put this aside and reread The Fellowship of the Ring. Nazgul are less upsetting than viruses; they're fictional.

Comments

[norabombay.livejournal.com]

Ack. I know I suggested it, but that is the saddest, most depressing book ever.

Just awful. You know that 80% of the people who you meet will be dead by the end of the narrative, and that is just horrid.

[ase.livejournal.com]

It's technically excellent and also super-depressing. People keep dying, and like I said, I'm only in 1983. It's weirdly addictive as well. What's the next twist? When will the CDC and Don Francis beat sense into heads at the NIH? Does anyone not die? I still have 300 pages or so to go.