a wolf angel is not a good angel

I drove back down to Maine in the dark and the fog, coughing and half-blinded by other cars. It was, for all that, a fairly easy drive; I didn’t need to sleep. I am feeling mostly better, too, in that I am better most of the time, and really not at all some of the time.

Today, I met Brina and J, who were very nice as I avoiding hacking my lungs out all over them and listened to my nervous babbling and answered my somewhat blurty questions. I tend to do badly when I meet new people. They’re very lovely people.

Again, I’m going to try to avoid the doing much on the computer stuff, which again, is unlikely to be hard, except this time I was too sick to prepost things.

I really hate being sick.

I’ve decided it must be the smog making/keeping me sick. By now I can get out of breath walking across the house. (Yeah, yeah, see a doctor. Unlikely, at least not until it drags on longer.) Also I cough a lot. Helpful friends and family members have diagnosed me with: a bad cold; bronchitis; pneumonia. No one’s mentioned TB or whooping cough *yet*, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.

I have no idea what I do with my time, since I am unable to concentrate on anything but my achy head or my coughs which have been described as coughing up a lung, or coughing up [some large animal].

I could never smoke because I think I would die from the ensuing coughs.

Post password is the same as it was before. I will continue to give a password out to anyone who either emails me or comments.

My blockquotes have that nice little right left[1] side border, which is good, but with a few things I have been, oddly, unable to fix: when I’ve tried, everything else has come tumbling ugly.

• There’s too much space between the border and the text.
• The border goes on beyond where my text goes, into the empty space below. This is the problem that really bugs me.

So, any ideas what went wrong with my css?

As I noticed recentlyish, Rick Mercer has a blog!

It was pretty surreal watching the budget get rammed through the other night. In my lifetime I’ve never really witnessed the NDP accomplish anything. Even the idea of them accomplishing anything seemed almost too absurd to contemplate. I always though that believing in the NDP was like believing in fairies or goblins.

He’s doing a lot less making fun of Harper than I had hoped, but Zh. is taking up the slack.

Feeling even worse! And my god, my brain’s turned off entirely. (This is probably part of why I am not going to a doctor; the other part is because I don’t want to be told “you’ve got a cold, you know it’s a cold, why are you bothering me?”)

Also my ears are stuffed up, so I can’t hear. This whole thing is unpleasant. It’s *summer*. I shouldn’t be sick.

Stupidly, stupidly, sick. It’s like a cold-thing, except worse.

The drive back was easy, perhaps because it’s a good hour and a half shorter than the drive from where I went to grad school. There was a lot of construction, which was annoying (oh god! what if I scratch my father’s car! he loves that car more than me!), but mostly you drive through stretches of trees and mountains.

The mountain part is less good, because I’ve had a cold/earache/thing since I left. When we drove down, the earache was in my left ear; driving home, it’s in my right. This has been painful.

But I got to drive past the 45th parallel sign (”You are halfway between the equator and the north pole”), which always amuses me when I drive by it. What is it doing there? Who put it there in the first place? Why?

I also remembered how amusing the trip from the VT border to Montreal is. There are almost no signs to Montreal until you pass Iberville — before that, all the signs are to Iberville.