Miasmatic Review

It's a powerful fever!

I’m not doing well, I’m pretty sick. Maybe it is stress that is causing my illness, I don’t know. Last night I barely slept, my illness kept me from being able to calm down and get comfortable. The flu sucks, but I have the worst kind of flu. I have the rondyflu. (Rondyflu: That sick feeling you get in the winter when there are no rendezvous/re-enactments to attend.) I’m sicker THAN (There you go Ragingmom, just for you ;)) a dog.

My last re-enactment was October 15, 16 and 17. That was over three months ago! My first real re-enactment isn’t until April 28, 29 30, that’s 94 days, 14 hours and 44 minutes away (at the time of this writing, No I didn’t calculate that, it’s on my side bar.) That my, fine contaminants, is over 3 months away! I have two trade shows I do coming up, one in February and the other in March. They take the edge off, but it won’t break the fever.

It’s gotten bad too. Just yesterday, when Ktreva was distracted by Clone, I snuck down to the basement. Finding my clothing box, I opened it up. The scent of campfire, black powder and leather came wafting out. A smile spread across my face as my eyes rolled back into my head. Memories came flooding back.

Memories of past re-enactments, of friends, of good times of good food and good spirits filled my brain. Burying my face in my clothes, I took a big whiff. The smells, the glorious and wonderful smells of campfire and grass, of pipe tobacco and bacon, of body odor and funk… Apparently, I had forgotten to wash my clothes after the last re-enactment. Even when you wash them, they will still smell of campfire, pipe tobacco and other woodland scents. Opening the box and smelling that isn’t unusual. Smell what I lovingly refer to as “Arse and funk” can be a very unpleasant surprise.

The sad part is that the rondyflu has sat in so firmly that it didn’t prevent me from going in for a second whiff