Monkeyfister

I knew that New Year's Eve day was off on the wrong foot the moment I awoke at 7:30 am to a power outage, which lasted all day, By 10am, it was also clear that I was coming down with a very wicked sickness. I ate a stout breakfast, and had some tea with rosemary, turmeric and honey, took a hot bath, and sat down to try and read the word on the internets. Nothing made sense, and the words started swimming around, as the body aches started setting in, and the sickness hit my stomach. I'll spare you all the rest, but, LORDY, just getting out of bed has been a terrible effort. I suspect that my parents transferred a virus to me that is running around Michigan. I also suspect that DoD must be conducting Biowarfare against the citizens of Michigan.

I remember worrying about Avedon Carol, when she took sick like this a couple of weeks ago, and I honestly thought that I knew what it meant to be bedsick, until this illness hammered me to the floor.

Wow.

As the house got colder, and I got sicker, and the power wasn't coming back on, I hung blankets over the living room archways, and cranked up the very expensive gas fireplace thingy, hauled the good ol' futon out near it, and piled up the blankets to make it through the day and night with several bottles of water and aspirin nearby. Power didn't come back on until noon on the 1st. By then, I could barely stand up and keep my balance to make tea and broth. I was admittedly in pretty rough shape, but never far from help, or unaware of my condition.

I deeply appreciate the concern, and the kind words. But, please do not ever send the Police to my home ever again, however. They scared the living hell out me. I deeply despise surprises of any kind-- especially the kind involving five cop cars swarming my front yard, lights blazing at 10pm, flashlights in my back yard and at my windows, and the stout, "BANG, BANG, BANG" of a cop-knock at my door. :O !! :)

I looked around my house while grabbing my robe and slippers to answer the door. All of my long-guns-- including the AK-47-- leaning in the corner of the bedroom, while a cop with a cop-light looked in, my 9mm pistol on the coffee table, where I left it after showing it to my parents. Lights glowing from the closet where I am starting my peppers and tomatoes... I was close to heart attack when I answered the door.

"Are you "Monkeyfister?" the cop asked.
"Yes, I am," I replied apprehensively.
"We're here on a welfare check. Someone wanted to make sure that you are OK," he said.
"ALL of you? You all nearly scared half to death." I giggled.
"Quiet night," he replied with a grin.
"Oh. I suspect you were sent by a friend of mine from the Blogosphere who is concerned," I said, while offering a name.
The young cop called into his radio, asking for the name of the "complaintant."
"Complaintant!?!?!" I asked, and he shrugged that "don't worry about it" signal.
The name came back, and we both smiled, and he said, "It seems you need to let someone know you're alright, and thank them for caring."
"I do," I replied.

Well, everything is O.K., and the police were all happy that everything was O.K., and I was glad that they were O.K., and didn't need to search the house, and we were, and are all in agreement that it sure is a damned wonderful thing to know that there are people in the world who truly do care for us.


I need to get my shit together, and get to posting the "Au Peer." Please bare with me while I re-enter the World of the Living.


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