"The week that was" closes to mixed reviews

That's how I would title my life right now, if I imagined it as a play. Or a book. Or a really, really bad B-rated films.

A couple of months ago, I waxed sentimental about Puff the Magic Dragon (click here). I was absolutely heartbroken today when I found out that Mary (of PPM) died on Wednesday. I know, I know... old news. But I don't have a TV, and I've been a bit distracted by relatively insignificant things (most people refer to those things as work), so I'm a bit out of it. I was watching some YouTube clips of PPM, particularly them singing Puff the Magic Dragon (thanks, MJM); it brought tears to my eyes. I am thankful that I had the chance to see them in concert some 20-odd years ago. At the time I'm glad I went but I did go with my parents after all, so it didn't feel particularly "cool" at the time. Youth truly is wasted on the young, and more and more becomes synonymous in my mind with "smug, arrogant ignorance." But I'm glad I'm a reasonably well-adjusted adult with a variety of life experiences and can say "I'm glad and honored that I was able to see them perform." Looking back, we had kick ass seats too. Close enough to see them. That is now a treasured memory.

In lighter news (for me, anyway) I found out that I wasn't going to be subjected to a huge pay cut that the vast majority of my state employee coworkers are having to put up with, thanks to Putzenegger. Because I have "clinical responsibilities" I will not have to take the mandatory pay cuts that state and university workers are having to take. In my field, one would typically want to avoid any sort of association with "clinical duties." However, I am thrilled. I'll take the association if it means not losing a huge chunk of my pay.

Also in lighter news, I have a class that is particularly difficult to manage. Challenges my skills. But it was a good session, because the group make-up currently for the next few sessions fell out in such a way that there is a bunch of eye candy in my group. Shameless, I know. But considering the topic, it makes it easier when there are a few pretties to surreptitiously look at.

This morning I woke up with a whopper of a head-ache. I wasn't sure exactly why, but I narrowed it down to 3 possible reasons:
1. Swine flu (I do work in the health care field after all)
2. Hang-over (Went to a birthday party and had lots of wine, which I never drink)
3. Caffeine deprivation (hits me within an hour of waking up--how sad is THAT?!)

I called a doctor friend of mine asking after Tamiflu. After a brief discussion I figured I was better off with DayQuil (euwww). So after a hefty dose of that nasty orange elixir, I got to work and promptly downed a diet coke, followed by a shitload of water. I felt better by the afternoon, but I'm still taking the DayQuil and trying to hydrate well just in case.

The other half flies in this coming week (!!!YAY!!!), and we have plans to go to a festival this next weekend, and I"m going to be pissed if I get sick before then.

So, I'm off to hydrate, medicate, and crash for the night.

White light to Mary Travers. She will be sorely missed.