Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Last year, I got the stomach flu on my birthday. The year before that, a migraine. The year before that, a divorce.

This year, Christie had a training session in Sedalia, so I got the house to myself to watch Stargate reruns and finish my book. Somewhere in there, I took the time to put a second coat of poly on the new bookshelves that have been in progress for something like 6 months now. Jeesh. But there're just about done now. I think I might have sneezed once, but other than that, no health problems of any kind, leading me to think that keeping things simple might be the key to surviving my birthdays.

Of course, I did wake up with a migraine, and it took till almost 10 am for the drugs to kick in, but I'm sure that's just a coincidence.

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