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Thursday, September 8th, 2005

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Up on the roof
Because the right side of my face has a yucky rash, I've hunkered down at home, leaving yesterday only to fill prescriptions and send stuff out at the PO while waiting for the prescriptions to be ready. Fresh Direct brought me food tonight.

I ventured to the lobby to pick up my 8 packages of books (yeah, I know...this is pretty much the last of them, and most were just individual books that I'd traded for) and the concierge asked if I had fallen down or something. Uh, no, it's something like chickenpox, I explained, wondering if I should get one of those Arab veils that covers the entire head.

Most of the time I just want to lie down with a cold washcloth over my face. Not fun, not at all.

I'm still reluctant to take painkillers since that'll zonk me out and I'm scared I'll get dependent. So far, it's more annoying than painful but we'll see. I have them, and my doctor said he'd prescribe Tylenol with codeine if necessary. I'm taking antivirals every 8 hours for a week, with no obvious results yet.

I managed to delegate my workload easily. Will J. did the NYT puzzles on virtually no notice, and already had them done by last night. This guy needs to be nominated for sainthood. I turned down a job for Random House (and Noam happened to be on IM at that moment, so he will probably take it), and asked if someone else could do Uptown puzzles this month. Also asked if LA Times can wait a week or two, or if he'd like to get a substitute for the next 6. I do have some at-homes to send out, but that's manageable. My schedule is clear to simply get better.

I'm also glad I'm not at the ex-job. I don't think I would have been expected to work, since I'm contagious to people who have not had chickenpox, besides feeling uncomfortable and unsightly. In any case, it doesn't matter!

My mother asked if I wanted to come stay in Florida. No way! Taking a plane ride and not being among my familiar surroundings would not have been desirable. Maybe if I had something like a broken leg and needed a lot of care. Even then, I prefer being home on my own turf if possible.
Time flies when it's 1969
Monday, September 8, 1969

Today's mail had something from Columbia, but only about activities for Jewish kids which I don't know if I'll attend - I especially want to meet Jewish boys, but not the temple kind.

L told Linda they painted the Guide Post [school newspaper I worked on] office this weekend - purple with yellow! R painted in glowing green, "N is a shmuck," but Mr. C made her go over it.

The Times had an article on the girls at Princeton. At first I was envious but it said their dorm had yellow jacks and the boys were sex fiends. [I didn't apply there]

Tuesday, September 9, 1969

We went through the socks, FINALLY throwing out all the anklets, though Mommy was reluctant, saying they might go back into style.

Today Linda said something in soc. but still not in English. I remember last year I figured out that in Eng. at one early point, R and I were the only totally silent ones and was inwardly mad when she finally said something.

Wednesday, September 10, 1969

I was fixing my lunch when I answered the ringing phone. J identified herself. "Have you heard," she began, and I thought I'd have to assure her if I did hear something I'd let her know, "...the happy news." It turned out we got the room we wanted. I kept saying "God!" and "That's great!" and she said we couldn't occupy it until Thursday noon. She'll call me later this week. I was really happy.

Linda sat in Mommy's room watching the Met game and completing her Barnard application, and also talked of Oberlin as a possible alternate choice if deferred [she got into Barnard ED].

I called R near 10. She visited school today. Mr. B told her in our Calc. BC class, M [brilliant soph], M2 [brilliant junior], and I were the only ones who got 5's! I don't really deserve to be equated (pun) with them. R and R2 received the only 4's and everyone else got 3's. Mr. B was surprised the class even came out that well; in Dr. I's easier AB class, no one even got above a 3!

I gave R my address - M and D told HER I got a room. News travels fast. She said not to worry if the first night was terrible and lonely. I probably wouldn't cry but I might write a lot.

I finally wrote to my sponsor L, but was very uninspired. I thought of writing to C or M but have nothing to say yet. I was reading the Barnard handbook, and saw Bonnie Fox's name as a proctor.
Pampering with food
Food is comfort. I'm glad I have an appetite, and I'm treating myself with the best.

The Fresh Direct delivery was supposed to come 8-10 pm last night, but arrived at 10:21 - first time they've been less than prompt. I complained, hoping to get a credit, but just got an apology in return.

I ate almost nothing all day in anticipation of the delivery. Because I was so hungry by the time the food came, I had the matzo balls (ultimate comfort food!) cold, without the soup. I also had a chunk of Madrigal cheese, yogurt, and a huge Asian pear. Tonight, I'm cooking zucchini, green pepper, and pasta shells in the matzo ball broth, and will bake it with shredded cheese.

My produce drawer is packed (more zucchini, green and red peppers, carrots, Asian pear, fresh pineapple), and my freezer also has interesting stuff (spinach-feta munchies, spinach egg rolls, spinach-chicken dumplings - do you sense a pattern here? - as well as diet Fudgsicles, bluefish fillet, and chocolate rolls). There's a fresh potato knish, green pickles, canned pumpkin (which I love with sweetener and cinnamon) and more shredded cheese.

I need to eat like this all the time, not just when I'm sick.
TiVo moment of truth
I've watched very little TV for months and the TiVo moment of truth has finally come - there's almost no space left, and I'm going to have to delete some "save until I delete" shows. These are almost all WWTBAMs, with a few unwatched Jeopardy UTOCs (as well as a few things I want to keep, such as Willz's 60 Minutes which I'm in, and Queer Eye with my ex-coworker Josh).

So tonight I'll either watch a few shows or bite the bullet and (gasp) delete some without watching.

I felt I had to watch every single episode of my show (not that anyone else did), but since it's now my ex-show is it really necessary?

Oh, and for those who might suggest moving things from TiVo to VCR tape, I can't. Corey set the whole thing up but needed another cable in order to do TiVo-to-VCR. I would have no idea how to begin.

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