It is better to live in a corner of a roof
Than in a house shared with a contentious woman.
Not nearly so sick (fever vanished yesterday), but have cleverly added apparent severe dehydration to regular illness. Am embarking on a rehydration program involving liters of water, bananas, and Gatorade. I have always hated Gatorade and other sports drinks, but Mom called all the way from California to admonish me to avoid hospitalization. If I refrain from drinking it, she will keep nagging me until I do something responsible. So here goes… My gosh, it tastes exactly like un-solidified Jell-O. Can people seriously drink this voluntarily?! Now I understand why the world’s going so wrong, if everybody drinks this piss (and worse). No spoon full of sugar will make this medicine go down, I’ll tell you that much.
Yesterday afternoon a friend gave me a book to read, and I finished it today. Here is one thought from that book:
Far and away the most futile admonition Christ ever offered was when he said, ‘Have no care for tomorrow. Don’t worry about whether you’re going to have something to eat. Look at the birds of the air. They neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, but God takes perfect care of them. Don’t you think he’ll do the same for you?’ In our culture the overwhelming answer to that question is ‘Hell no!’ Even the most dedicated monastics saw to their sowing and reaping and gathering into barns.
-Daniel Quinn, Ishmael, pg. 228