12-06-2007, 03:16 PM
She just came back from a trip to Beijing/Chicago sick as a dog. I've heard from the promoter of the Chicago tourney and she said everyone on her crew fell ill after with strep or some other 'god awful flu.' My boss had to get IV fluids last week, but she scheduled her recovery for today. So she's back in the office, still sick and way out-of-it, barking out incoherent orders and telling us to be quiet because she doesn't feel well. We share our email terminal because it's all massively fire-walled, and I just noticed a horrid dried gob of sneeze/cough on the computer case, not at all unlike TQ's cat love letters. Lord knows how many other such presents are lying within infectious reach. We burn moxa in the office - some messed up TCM thought that you can smoke out the cooties, so we all smell like cheap cigar smoke now. Tomorrow I'm bringing in some nice sage smudge sticks - strictly high grade - just to burn something different. OK, gotta go wash my hands again now...
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