surrender

OK, I give up. This body is simply defective, and its shortcomings must be addressed. Instead of coughing, sneezing, sniffling, languishing about with a headache, continually prodding the sore glands in my neck in an exploratory fashion, doping all of above all hopefully with random drugs and whinging about the whole shebang on a more or less ongoing basis, I'm going to hunt down a new doctor, and, backing her against the wall, demand a miracle NOW! This very afternoon. As the dreaded wytchfynder says, dichotomous possiblity and stern resolve. I will get a doctor's appointment or shut up. Bored now. Also, head hurts. Send chocolate.

The event was fun, featuring a bunch of youngish newbies who all bucketed about the show with indecent amounts of energy and coltish enthusiasm, making me feel old, bad and glad all at once. Tally for the weekend includes the following.

• Meals cooked by me personally: 2.
• Meals cooked by me personally and subsequently consumed utterly by hordes: 1.2. (Memo to self, final lunch can consist of a stale crust and two peas, people by that stage are generally too full to move).
• Additional meals assisted at by me: 4, suggesting you can't keep a compulsive cook down even when she's not technically in charge.
• Number of weird and hitherto-unknown medieval poetry set-forms imparted to a stunned populace: 5. (Sestinas. Is it just me, or are sestinas fundamentally crazed?).
• Number of explosive sneezes marking my progress, presumably in place of personal herald with trumpet: approx. 597.
• Number of consumptive coughing fits: 6.
• Number of more-or-less alcoholic giggling sessions with some combination of wolverine_nun, first_fallen and khoi_boi: 7.
• Number of actual third-year essays marked in odd corners: 7 (go me!).
• Number of cats still present and correct on return: 4 (go the Friendly Psychologist, who was cat-sitting).

It was a good weekend. But I think I'd still rather have been at home. Then again, this may be the headache talking.

In other news, in the Department of Random Functional Owl Collecting, I think I may want me a silver one of these.