Letter to Erin 20150719

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Argh!  I couldn't gt all my sinus fluids dumped!  The Flu Virus Collective got wise to my defense, and only allowed half the mucus to go.  I know it's totally unromantic to talk about snot in a love letter, but I believe that infected sinus fluids are extremely dangerous, and is the primary cause of influenza, pneumonia, and meningitis.  The sinus cavity needs to be emptied when infected.  How would you empty the sinus cavity of an infant?  With one of those suction balls?

So I had a very rough time getting through voice training.  Not just a raw throat, but trying to fight suffocation while singing.  I kept wanting to pass out, but I countered that with 3 minute naps during the set.  I suppose that would be funny to look at if I were on stage, but it certainly doesn't feel funny to me.  It feels like death.  Gah!  I hate singers.  Divas, all of them.

I'm not fasting, but I'm sitting here waiting for them to call the sunset prayer.  I still haven't broken the fasting month habits.  The village is full of strangers during the holidays.  My boy cats who spend their lives outside, have been very busy.  Especially Bat Cat III, always on the scent of some other dirty secret.  For dinner is leftover rice and chicken.  I try not to waste anything, besides I'm not in the mood to cook right now.  I pray you're healthy and eating well and getting plenty of rest.  I love you, and I need you.