Thank you, Camille. The vertigo has ebbed, so I can drive without clutching the steering wheel and sobbing "I wanna go home." Many thanks to academom, who made appropriate sympathetic noises when I called at noon yesterday and who stopped by in the evening to sip ice water and nibble on Dove miniatures. (Ya gotta love a woman who, when asked if she would like vanilla or cherry, responds indignantly, "Or?!")
Many thanks also to Favorite Neighbor, who came over for dinner. Well, we were grazing our way through the leftovers from last Friday's cocktail-party-that-wasn't, but it was very nice nonetheless.
I managed to put in two and a half hours of 10-2 dashes today on Chapter Three, in which I laud the Bad Subject and analyze some nearly nude photos from the 1860s. Ah, the good life. I also discovered that I had actually paid a bill I thought I hadn't and that I have the necessary paperwork to tackle the DMV tomorrow. Sometimes I get things done in spite of myself.
Tonight, Favorite Neighbor and I ate yet more leftovers (does anyone want some carrots and some tabouleh?) and watched Sarah Silverman's Jesus is Magic on my laptop, since the TV is in the non-air-conditioned part of the apartment.
And now, to bed, with a book I'm embarrassed to tell my friends I'm reading. Sweet dreams.