Last evening we both got out to social events, despite overflowing reluctance. D to a game night that a local game shop sponsors. I went to a meet up for Skeptics. D enjoyed himself, and so did I. Met some really smart, funny folks, and we managed a series of good conversations despite the blaring music. Bad venue, excellent company. I felt emotionally and intellectually energized.
Too bad the predicted storm fizzled, leaving the air just as bad as before. Worst in the country, yeah we win, woohoo. Work up feeling ill, but not enough to call in to work. Got through, scrubbed in, most of the day, but on the last case I flushed hot, nauseated, dizzy, and had to ask for relief from the add on case. Thankfully, that was possible. I got home safely, lunch still inside, and D got me club soda and crackers. This is the worst I've seen the inversion, and it's making me sick. I grew up with a coal furnace, I used to stoke it, once I was old enough. Black snot a feature of my childhood winters. So I figure my lungs are pretty much shot even though I don't smoke. It's probably better here than in, say, Beijing, parts of the old USSR.
After more tea and a long hot shower, my head is calming down, my stomach settling. Moby snores, and is intermittently agitated. D's head and eyes hurt.
I'm looking forward to more gatherings of Skeptics. I'm going with D to the Munchkin game night next week, since it's a Tuesday, and I don't have to be home early to get to bed on time.