The doctor never called back. Maybe tomorrow. Nevertheless, I do feel a bit better. My head still hurts and my throat is still sore, but I've got more energy than I had all week. I picked up the tissues, came to terms with the tea, washed the dishes, and found the energy to set the Moscode aside for now and reinstate the Musical Fidelity A3.5 integrated.
And then I listened to music.
I listened to Tom Waits confess: "I want you, you, you..." over and over again, such a perfectly simple love song, just as love songs should be.
I listened to Ryan Adams teach: "Love her in the ways you want to be loved, love her in the ways she wants to be loved..." until it made sense, such perfectly simple sense.
And I listened to some other stuff, too. And I thought about things, and I felt good.
