In My Broken Hearted Pagoda
Just not in the mood today, sorry. Worried about my in-laws, who have left their Escondido home twice in the past 2 days and if you watch the San Diego news, as I have been doing obsessively, disaster has been announced all around their house's area.
Meanwhile here I sit in cube-land trying to concentrate and work while a co-worker coughs so heartily, so much, it seems you need to test the office air for TB. When she talks, her voice is so low she makes Selma on The Simpsons by comparison sound like she could try-out for a castrati choir.
And the air in Santa Barbara, while not as ash-filled as Saturday--from our huge local fire from this summer, of all things, as there's still so much crud around that the fierce winds kicked it all up again--still seems thick and unpleasant, so simply breathing is no fun.
Note: I've left out the mysterious dime-sized overnight bald spot I got, which is truly odd given I've got hair so thick it looks like one big piece of plastic when it's too long. So it's off to the doctor, which all by itself can sour my mood.
UPDATE (10/24/07 9:46 AM): My in-laws are back in their house and everything seems ok for now so let's hope it stays that way.
And ahab probably nailed what my weird hair thing is about, although I'd like to blame it on lots of getting a new website up at work pressure and my dad passing away.
Meanwhile here I sit in cube-land trying to concentrate and work while a co-worker coughs so heartily, so much, it seems you need to test the office air for TB. When she talks, her voice is so low she makes Selma on The Simpsons by comparison sound like she could try-out for a castrati choir.
And the air in Santa Barbara, while not as ash-filled as Saturday--from our huge local fire from this summer, of all things, as there's still so much crud around that the fierce winds kicked it all up again--still seems thick and unpleasant, so simply breathing is no fun.
Note: I've left out the mysterious dime-sized overnight bald spot I got, which is truly odd given I've got hair so thick it looks like one big piece of plastic when it's too long. So it's off to the doctor, which all by itself can sour my mood.
UPDATE (10/24/07 9:46 AM): My in-laws are back in their house and everything seems ok for now so let's hope it stays that way.
And ahab probably nailed what my weird hair thing is about, although I'd like to blame it on lots of getting a new website up at work pressure and my dad passing away.
Labels: rant-a-rama
posted by George at 2:29 PM
6 Comments:
I hate the weather as much as anybody, but I'm happily using it as an excuse to be the lazy sack I've always wanted to be. "Why go out and breathe in death when we can just watch movies at home?" I say.
I was wondering how you were doing out there, George. I'm glad you're OK, considering. Our fires out here in '98 made breathing tortuous.
Take care and stay inside in the air conditioning.
What the hell makes a bald spot overnight? Falling hot ash?
It's impossible to focus with this kind of worry going on... it was four years ago today that my mom evacuated for the Cleveland Fire, which came within a quarter mile, so this is a familiar but no less troubling experience... based on maps I'm seeing on line, the Witch Fire has come within a few thousand feet of my mom's house, and far too close to my sister's... Scary times. Fingers crossed for everyone...
As George probably found out from the doctor, alopecia can cause sudden hair loss from strained nerves, among other factors. It usually grows back. I had it on a small spot on my head once and the hair grew right back in. A friend had it on his mustache and it eventually came back in. It was traumatic for him not to be able to wear a mustache during that time, though.
Probably there's a lot of alopecia going around in CA these days. Best wishes to everyone involved.
I'm relieved to hear that everybody's safe and their houses still likely remain unscathed. My fingers are crossed, too (which will make writing on the chalkboard difficult today). Our recent fires were scary, too, but not nearly so explosive as California's.
You've got a great way with words. I really love "makes Selma on The Simpsons sound like she could try out for a castrati choir." Fantastic.
And glad to hear the in-laws escaped the fires.
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