October 8th, 2009


(no subject)

A little story of a mental glitch:

Lori's been pretty sick this week. Coughing, fever in the low 100s, chills, et cetera.
This morning, I realized that I'm starting to feel sick too.
I thought "I hope that Lori recovers by the time I'm really sick."
Then I realized that I had something better to wish for that was equally plausible: "I hope that I don't get really sick."

I know that I'm not perfectly rational, but I'm far from reconciled to it.