Janus sit by the Fyhr with Double Beerd
and Drinketh of his Bugle horn the Wyn
Beforn him stand the brawn of tuskid Swyn
And Noel crieth every lusty Man!
How to deal with the boredom of it all? Well, I suppose I can finally get around to investigating the truth of the Thai conviction, forcibly set forth by another pretty girl who pounds my chest twice a day, that people get sick in Thailand when the weather changes. This is a theory that might be checked out, a future task.
Better yet, I get this nurse to bring a small pedestal fan to the room, directing at lowest speed not on me but along the wall, to keep the room air slightly stirring. Much better than the air conditioning!
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