honey and sting

2 inhalers, a pill, and gallons of tea and soup later, I'm still hacking. Between sweeping the last of the dust in the old apartment, recycled airplane air, and the down pillows at chez Mom, I went into massive asthma yuckiness. Feels like a chest cold except no other cold symptoms, just the lungs, so I'm hopeful the inhalers will start to kick in in a day or 2.

Also, it's raining.

"Bite", the new story anthology with a Laurell Hamilton, a Charlaine Harris, and Mary Janice Davidson, plus a few others I don't know, arrived (vampire fic, in case you are unfamiliar with those authors). The Charlaine Harris was short but pungent, the Mary Janice Davidson, so far, is more poignant than her usual, and I haven't decided yet if I want to read the Laurell Hamilton.

"My room" still feels very transitional, what with my furniture not arrived yet. So I'm in a very liminal phase here. Been feeling to yuckie to contact local friends, not up to anything yet. Life in transition, yay.