I just noticed this post, dated from a year ago, after a freaky attempted beach trip. Cleanin’ house. It’s short and miserable.
(August 30, 2010)
…to force one’s family into the car, pack up a bunch of shit, and drive to the beach. When the car packer (me) and my spouse are TOTALLY flattened by a freakish flu that tornadoed through our little row house, exploding lymph nodes, incurring fevers (I NEVER get a fever!), demanding maximum pain management, hacking up lung after phlegmy lung. It’s not just crazy… it’s desperate. And that is what I was/am. Absolutely desperate. Desperate.
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 