Monday, January 19, 2004

Today is the birthday of Owsley Stanley, Edgar Allan Poe, and Alexander Woollcott. But all of the post offices and libraries are closed because they're observing Martin Luther King Junior's birthday from a few days ago. Which is great. MLK was a great man. I just thought I'd mention the birthdays that actually are from today lest anyone forgets and would like to have a party. Having correctly stated that MLK is aces in my book, I'd also like to say that I'd like to live in the world where we get a day off for Edgar Allan Poe's or Alexander Woollcott's birthday. I'd really like to live in a world where we get off of work for Owsley Stanley's birthday, but I think that would require a lot of reconstruction of our complicated legal system.
Yesterday was my father's birthday. And Oliver Hardy's.

I didn't really mean to take the day off today. Actually, I didn't completely take the day off. Last night my sinuses were slapped shut with goo in the middle of the night and my lungs refilled with goo as well. I relapsed. My cough never really went away, but in the past two weeks it had died down to a gently clearing of the throat twenty minutes or so. But last night it all came roaring back. I don't know if it was the rain or the billowing smog we endured today or what.
So, figuring that I couldn't go to the post office or the libraries today, I stayed at home, put a few books online, got my orders ready to ship tomorrow, and went back to sleep. I'm feeling better now.


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