So when I got back from Houston a couple of weeks ago I had a raspy sore throat that has since morphed into a juicy little cough that will not go away. In the past, whenever I have spoken to a doctor about some cough, they always ask, in the most delicate manner possible, if it is "productive" which is a refined way of referring to snot. I could describe this one in detail, but let's just move on.
Houston is a semi-tropical swamp and so the mildew and spores and flora floating around in the air there are pretty spectacular. Since I grew up with all of them, I had always assumed I was somewhat immune, but it appears having been gone so long means I have relapsed. This current fuss feels like I have moss growing in my lungs. I don't feel bad, no fever, just a say-something croup that demands attention. It's the kind of cough that makes you wish you had waited for the other elevator when your fellow passenger breaks out with it.
I mentioned before that I will occasionally take it on myself to organize the package closet downstairs in the lobby. No one asked me to do it, but taking on the giant moraine of Amazon flotsam and jetsam that piles up there everyday just appeals to my OCD. I like the sense of having tidied up something.
Last night I was digging through the current mess and ran across a box marked "nutritional supplements." It's San Francisco, of course some people here are not willing to simply eat food. What I was struck by, though, was the name of the company manufacturing it: Soylent. SOYLENT. I can't decide if their marketing team is genius or idiotic. Anyway since I had my marker out printing apartment numbers on the deliveries, I felt moved to add my comment:
Guys who are deliciously people: