I was sick. There was much consumption of antihistamines. Eventually, I just stopped with the drugs and coughed it all out. Coughing like nasuea, where when the foul humors were finally ejected, all that was left was light headedness and a sense of relief. I mean, summer colds. wtf?
I’m basically back to normal now.
I gave up on two books I was reading: a history of tea and a book about the a modern recreation of St. Brenden’s voyage to North America from 9th century Ireland.
Much to my wife’s chagrin.
I did pick up and read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road after one of my riding buddies told me that his company was doing the post and effects for the film.
I was going to quit on McCarthy after All the Pretty Horses. His style seems to me to be such a constant, so distinct, that all his books would be the same. Sort of like that english professor from high school who you like personally, but his lecturing voice is a monotone.
It took like 3 sittings to finish. A bit of a existential bummer for people who are dads. But well told.
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post apocalyptic parental sacrifice: saving a round for your progeny, leaving none left over for you.
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