hmm

I realize my subject headings have been full of mostly noncommittal noise-type things lately, but I can't really conceive of anything better to put there. So there you go. It's probably because my brain is stuffed up with congestion and sleepiness.

(A strep test at the health center this morning told me that I do indeed have strep.)

So . . . Recovery. Yes. I'm still really tired. Maybe I will take (another) nap once I finish this tea.

mreh

I feel somewhat guilty that I haven't been able to help out with all the disaster-control stuff that's going on here in the wake of the ice storm. Like volunteering at the place that opened up so that people who are still without power have somewhere warm to stay. We've been getting emails about volunteer opportunities for a couple days, but all I can do is sleep away this illness.

And yet . . . what can I do about it right now? I'm sick with a contagious disease, and I've felt like I have zero energy for the past few days.

I don't mean for this to be a complaint-ridden entry about the state of my health. I guess I am just reflecting on the poor timing of natural disaster and strep throat.

Anyway. I just finished As I Lay Dying. I feel like I have a basically superficial understanding of the book; I could follow the narration, but I am kind of lost as far as deeper meaning goes. The novel is clearly modernist in many ways; it also managed to make me really sad in places. But still I have no idea what Faulkner was getting at, necessarily, with the work. Any thoughts?