Cold/flu: My Bitch
All this with a cold/failed flu. A bug's been going around, but I don't seem to have had any problems beyond minor sniffles and an annoying sore throat. I'm glad I have antibodies with balls.
The weather has warmed up, topping out at 80 degrees today, so I got in a ten-mile paddle on Big Creek Lake. This time I went north, wending my way between submerged tree-trunks and stumps all the way up to highway 98. Once again, no photography, but here's the map:
On a side note, it was warm enough to go shirt-less and PFD-less, so I might just be the first damn fool in this county to get a sunburn in February. I've also stopped paddling with gloves for the last three weeks. The longer my trips get, the thicker my calluses get. I've also been putting in more than the usual amount of car maintenance. In passing, I brought up the subject of a borrowed Jaguar last week. It's been the subject of constant maintenance attention.
I've troubleshot the squirrelly tail-lights (traced to the headlight switch and fixed); added 4 quarts of oil to the engine (my uncle, the car's owner, has a habit of ignoring his cars' oil quantities); and I've also washed, waxed, cleaned, and generally undone the mortal sin of leaving a car in a driveway uncovered for months on end. Now that most of the bugs are worked out, I'm driving a decent car with a fine engine and 52,000 miles in the odometer, nice and low for its age. It's a very nice stopgap.