Ravings of a fevered mind
Posted By Russ Emerson on June 22, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Shortly before going to bed last night (this morning, really) I came down with a fever and aches. Swell. At least it didn’t wait until my weekend starts at midnight tonight. I can work through being unwell, but I hate losing my days off to illness. I have too much to do.
I think I need to have my shunt adjusted. When I occasionally cough or sneeze, I feel what might be described as a pressure spike in my head — a momentary pang, like a headache that comes and goes in a split second. I think there’s still a bit too much pressure in there.
I keep making progress at physical therapy, and my reward is more weight on my ankles, or newer more difficult exercises.
The birds in my neighborhood are retarded. They start chirping about two hours before sunrise — right outside my bedroom window. The feathered buggers can make it hard to get to sleep.
A thunderstorm in the wee hours of the morning, however shuts them right up… and I have no trouble falling asleep if it’s thundering or pouring rain.
The cats get a bit nervous, though. Kismet curls up tightly right against me, and Packet stretches out on the bed as well. Mycah would come up, but she rarely ever voluntarily approaches the lads.
They, on the other hand, continually try to make friendly with her. It’s particularly noticeable at feeding time. I call “food!” and the cats know it’s time to go downstairs. Packet races down to the bottom of the stairs and flops down. Kismet positions himself on the landing halfway down. Mycah follows behind me as I go down — she gives Packet a brief hiss and heads down past him… and he follows, batting at her tail. She then gets to the bottom of the stairs ahead of me, and has a few words with Packet, who lays there oblivious to her demand that he move out of her way. It’s as if he is daring her to approach him… but he eventually gets out of the way.
Food seems to be the great unifier, though. When the hairball treats are being distributed, Mycah has no objection whatever to the lads’ immediate presence. Once the treats are gone, though, the hissing starts again… but she’s getting better. Eventually she’ll tolerate the lads.
Work starts in a couple of minutes. Sundays are usually pretty quiet, but this week so far has been fairly heinous. I can work through the fever and headache… but I’d rather have a nice night where no part of the network breaks. Ya, right. We have 30,000+ routers under management — something will go wrong at some point.
OK, I just logged on and I see that it has been slow so far today. I guess we got most of it out of our system over the past week.
Have a good Sunday, folks.
Update: the Fates laugh at me. I just spent three hours trying to figure out a routing problem on the core backbone, and what to do about it.
Yes, I fixed it. Bloody nuisance.
You might let your friend in the link know that there are commentaries on Judges and Samuel in the WYCLIFFE BIBLE COMMENTARY. It was published by the Southwestern Company of Nashville, TN.
And…….do NOT delay having your head checked out!!!