laid low

Toronto, 2016.03.11

Laid low for two days, in my prime, just barely 45, by my fourth bug this winter. Shuffled over to pick up my son and his friend's mother told me it was the same for her (the count of sicknesses, not the advancing age).

And when I was sent by the doctor to pick my meds and I couldn't read the pill bottle. So I bought some $8 pharmacy reading glasses. There was a woman there buying some (she showed me where the 1/2 price ones were) and I admitted it was my first time. She advised me to go get drunk with friends.

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love the advice but I can testify it doesn't help


What, the eyesight? Eh.


rand()m quote

(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

-John Gardner