Getting sick of being sick

Having slept well, I woke up once again feeling less than brilliant. I am getting a little sick of this, if you will excuse the pun. Once again, it is the tickly throat and general “feeling crappy”. Oh well, whaddyagonnado?
 
Showered, then started work for 8:30 or so on Vagn’s memoirs, which are coming along nicely. They are short, so it isn’t the most onerous of tasks. Finally got an email from my absent client telling me they had been very busy, but would be sending some work my way soon. This came, as you might imagine, as a big relief. It means I can slow down with the AI conspiracy theories once again. I do know, however, that they have been using AI for a lot of things… so not sure why these translations are now coming to me. Maybe they feel bad…
 
Around noon, I hit a wall. I couldn’t focus and ended up just going down endless rabbit holes on the Internet. Thankfully it didn’t last too long, and I was able to get myself back on track by mid-afternoon. Standing up and walking away from the computer is, oddly enough, the best way for me to refocus. If I sit staring at the screen, I end up losing the will to live.
 
Mid-afternoon, news broke about those geniuses in Washington who had shared their plans to attack the Houthis in Yemen with a journalist. They were using an unsecure server. Hang on a second, weren’t these the same people going on about locking up Hilary Clinton because she had used a secure personal server for her emails? Morons. One thing is sure though, they hate Europe. Except for the Russian bit, of course.
 
Talking of geniuses, we get our Amazon packages (I know, I know) delivered by Intelcomm, a bunch of nefarious wankers at the best of times, and these are not the best of times. I’d gifted some books to Dirk for his birthday – and so wanted to replace them; easiest way was Amazon. So, Intelcomm, tossers that they are, decided in the middle of a heavy rainstorm to “deliver” my package to the bottom of the steps. This, in addition to being inconvenient, had the added bonus of making sure the paper envelope in which the books were delivered got soaked, and that it leached through to the books itself. I, as you can imagine, got straight back in touch with Amazon, and told Intelcomm to come and pick up the parcel again – while providing me with a replacement package that was not soaking wet. That way the inconvenience is fairly shared around. I mean… how hard can it be?
 
Mrs. Ottawacker volunteered to take the boy to his soccer practice; mind you, she briefly threatened to renege once she had found the sofa, but a quick “no effing way, missus” soon righted that particular boat!
 
Maps still not working, I see!