Minor cold turned into minor flu. I generally don’t like to take meds, and we only had some very expired Alka-Seltzer Cold in the bathroom cabinet, but the only thing I wanted yesterday was for Eric to go get me something that would either kill my symptoms or put me to sleep. As it was I spent the day napping between reading and watching a couple movies. Over the Hedge was pretty funny, but I slept through most of Archangel.
Feeling better today. The fever is gone and most of the congestion/headache. Now I’m just coughing.
My apartment is now in not-so-good shape, and I have a lot of work to do.
The Line Between by Peter S. Beagle.
I bought this book for “Two Hearts”, but I think my favorite story of it was “Salt Wine”. Maybe it was because I read it yesterday while feverish, and I can’t stop thinking about how great a film it would make, if the movie-makers could get it right. There aren’t enough mermaid stories in the world. I’ll give Beagle one thing if anything, he always knows how to strike the perfect note between beauty and the terrible.