Your mother has probably told you at some point that as an adult, if you make a mess no one is going to pick up after you. Well guess what?
She lied.
This is one of those Santa Claus type lies. It's harmless really. But don't be shocked if you come home some day and find I've cleaned your kitchen and bathroom and taken out the trash. Stuff happens.
But however messy your home, you've probably never had "the cholera."
I say "the cholera" because that's what I accidentally called it in conversation the other day. It went something like this:
I'm only part way through, but it really made me start thinking about miasmas. I'm sure you do too. You know, drift off in your head, thinking about infectious smells . . .
Anyway, I think I've classified them as junk science a little unfairly. If you think about it, there are gases that make people really sick, whether it be natural gas poisoning or chemical warfare. Maybe miasma theory was just a little ahead of its time.
Or maybe cutting back the caffeine hasn't really done me a lick of good.
On the less odoriferous side of things, I wrote a short poem this week, that you can find here.
There is also a new chapter of Egregious up here. Haven't started reading it yet? Well, here's a teaser:
She lied.
This is one of those Santa Claus type lies. It's harmless really. But don't be shocked if you come home some day and find I've cleaned your kitchen and bathroom and taken out the trash. Stuff happens.
But however messy your home, you've probably never had "the cholera."
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| I don't remember what book this came from, but caption courtesy of my best friend. |
I say "the cholera" because that's what I accidentally called it in conversation the other day. It went something like this:
"Reading Stephen King book, huh?" says my husband.I was reading this:
"No, I'm reading about the cholera," I retort.
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| A book about the cholera! |
I'm only part way through, but it really made me start thinking about miasmas. I'm sure you do too. You know, drift off in your head, thinking about infectious smells . . .
Anyway, I think I've classified them as junk science a little unfairly. If you think about it, there are gases that make people really sick, whether it be natural gas poisoning or chemical warfare. Maybe miasma theory was just a little ahead of its time.
Or maybe cutting back the caffeine hasn't really done me a lick of good.
On the less odoriferous side of things, I wrote a short poem this week, that you can find here.
There is also a new chapter of Egregious up here. Haven't started reading it yet? Well, here's a teaser:
“Then you will tend my hearth while I work?” he blushed as soon as he said it. “The hearth, I mean. If it goes out I have to waste a match. I try to bank it, but sometimes it goes out anyways. I’m not saying that you have to, it was a question-”“Tate.”“-I know you don't want to be here and I don't want you to be here. That came out wrong-”“Tate.”“-If you did have something else you liked to do, you could do it as well. I’m not saying you have to stay in the house. I’m not, you know what, I’m rambling.”“Tate,” Bianca’s expression hovered between amusement and concern, “I understand the importance of fire.”She walked past him into the cabin, and he followed her, puzzled. “Was that a ‘yes’?”“I will take the job of Hearth Tender. My terms are that you feed me,” she put a log on the fire, “Now would be good.”