gillpolack @ 2015-05-16T10:57:00
My doorbell is much-used this morning.
First was the call at 3 am. I think it must've been due to sparks or electronic malfunctioning, for there was no-one there.
Second was a real-life actual parcel that someone forgot to deliver yesterday. This means I received three parcels this week, and only have two outstanding. One of the parcels was author copies. There's something very special about author copies.
Just now were two sari's worth of very Christian women, trying to bring me into their lifestyle or beliefs. I didn't try to argue or discuss, or even to tell them I've got my own religion and don't need theirs. I look so worn from the night (for the 3 am bell was only a part of it) that I was able to legitimately claim unwellness. It took me three times saying "I'm sick - I just want to go back to bed" but they left. If they come again, I will point out that anyone who puts their doorbell needs above my needs for sleep is not persuading me to change much of anything. They did offer to leave me reading material, which is something, but what they should've done is say "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. Get well soon." Anyone who is thinking of converting me, please remember this for future use.
Which brings me to the fact that I have a virus. Not a serious one. One of those where random muscle aches create much discomfort, but there's nothing seriously wrong.
I'll be writing today, for today is a writing day, but I shall also do some careful resting, so's to encourage this virus to be gone faster than the third doorbell folk.
First was the call at 3 am. I think it must've been due to sparks or electronic malfunctioning, for there was no-one there.
Second was a real-life actual parcel that someone forgot to deliver yesterday. This means I received three parcels this week, and only have two outstanding. One of the parcels was author copies. There's something very special about author copies.
Just now were two sari's worth of very Christian women, trying to bring me into their lifestyle or beliefs. I didn't try to argue or discuss, or even to tell them I've got my own religion and don't need theirs. I look so worn from the night (for the 3 am bell was only a part of it) that I was able to legitimately claim unwellness. It took me three times saying "I'm sick - I just want to go back to bed" but they left. If they come again, I will point out that anyone who puts their doorbell needs above my needs for sleep is not persuading me to change much of anything. They did offer to leave me reading material, which is something, but what they should've done is say "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. Get well soon." Anyone who is thinking of converting me, please remember this for future use.
Which brings me to the fact that I have a virus. Not a serious one. One of those where random muscle aches create much discomfort, but there's nothing seriously wrong.
I'll be writing today, for today is a writing day, but I shall also do some careful resting, so's to encourage this virus to be gone faster than the third doorbell folk.
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