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Immune-flail
Nov. 6th, 2011 02:00 pmIt's an unseasonably hot, summery Hobart day, I have good friends visiting and an invitation to lunch from a family famed for excellent Chinese-Australian food. So what am I doing at home, faffing about on the internets?
Laryngitis. That's what I'm doing. Again.
After a week of living with the all-night spluttering I finally contracted Housemate's Hacking cough of Horror; however it got lost on the way to my bronchi and made itself at home in my larynx. Since I'd much rather a dose of laryngitis than a chest-full of lung butter I'm considering this a victory. My immune system has been making an heroic effort to fight this off while I've been out gallivanting around mind-bending museums and bucolic beaches, but today I just need to potter about quietly and gently nudge my life into order.
I don't really mind missing out on lunch, truth be told. I've had two-and-a-half days of near constant socialisation and was in serious need of time to myself. Social and outgoing as I am, I'm still an introvert at heart and I need my solo time to recharge.
So guests have been packed off with the car and I'm pottering around the house, refreshing my wilting garden (some of my herb seedlings cooked in the greenhouse yesterday - oops!) and generally enjoying a quiet Sunday around the house (and I did manage to take my guests out to the Farm Gate market this morning, where I stocked up on some amazing local produce, ran into the fantastic Nat and had a natter with Ross about Hobart Slow Food - a lovely way to spend an hour). Later there are plans for catching The Hunter at the State Cinema (special guest star: the Tasmanian landscape) plus, if I have the energy for it, experimenting with that possum meat for dinner.
But first, I need to hang out the washing...
Broken Pod, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island
Laryngitis. That's what I'm doing. Again.
After a week of living with the all-night spluttering I finally contracted Housemate's Hacking cough of Horror; however it got lost on the way to my bronchi and made itself at home in my larynx. Since I'd much rather a dose of laryngitis than a chest-full of lung butter I'm considering this a victory. My immune system has been making an heroic effort to fight this off while I've been out gallivanting around mind-bending museums and bucolic beaches, but today I just need to potter about quietly and gently nudge my life into order.
I don't really mind missing out on lunch, truth be told. I've had two-and-a-half days of near constant socialisation and was in serious need of time to myself. Social and outgoing as I am, I'm still an introvert at heart and I need my solo time to recharge.
So guests have been packed off with the car and I'm pottering around the house, refreshing my wilting garden (some of my herb seedlings cooked in the greenhouse yesterday - oops!) and generally enjoying a quiet Sunday around the house (and I did manage to take my guests out to the Farm Gate market this morning, where I stocked up on some amazing local produce, ran into the fantastic Nat and had a natter with Ross about Hobart Slow Food - a lovely way to spend an hour). Later there are plans for catching The Hunter at the State Cinema (special guest star: the Tasmanian landscape) plus, if I have the energy for it, experimenting with that possum meat for dinner.
But first, I need to hang out the washing...
Broken Pod, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island
