Round two

Yesterday my head cold was gradually fading, while the throat was still pretty much useless for talking.  (I had hoped to dictate a few minutes each day to my computer.)  Anyway, this is the way things usually go – after a couple days, the cold creeps down from the head to the throat and sometimes the bronchies, where it gradually fades away.

This morning, the head cold was back.  Eyes and nose running, sneezing like a wild beast. The only difference from earlier in the week was that my temperature did not rise at all, while the first time it has crept close to the fever limit but not over it.

It is entirely possible that I have just had two colds on top of each other.  After all, the sneezing, coughing and hacking people on the buses and other public spaces could well have two different virus types.  Perhaps the first was one I got on the bus to Grimstad, and the second one I got on the bus to Møll.  It would fit with the time interval, although I am surprised they would take that long to spring out.

Following the Golden – or at least Silver – rule, I am not making any bus trips myself until this is gone.  I did a quick dive into the supermarket and got enough food for a couple days without sneezing on anyone.  And, almost miraculously, without anyone sneezing on me.  I washed my hands anyway.

If not for the Death Flu, I could start going over to Møll by now, bringing with me various things from here.  It would reduce the need for packing all kinds of small things later, and let me get used to the place, so the actual moving causes less stress.  It is calculated that moving shaves off almost half a year of your life due to stress, even if you move voluntarily.  (So does marrying, by the way, but the older spouse gets this back with interest if they stay married for numerous years. Not that this is in any way relevant.  Just thought you wanted to know.)

Having weekdays off from work is a rare thing indeed. If not for the Death Flu, I’d like to visit the mall east of Kristiansand – it is some years since last time – and try out their Burger King.  I have years ago lamented the lack of competition for McDonalds here in Kristiansand.  The city is certainly big enough for two burger houses, especially now with the university.  After all, there are lots of more classic restaurants. I am not sure how many Chinese, for instance, but at least two.  To have only one burger outlet is… well, un-American to say the least. We are supposed to be a more loyal ally than that.

But I’m not going to any eatery until either the Death Flu or I am gone. Nor am I going to shop except to keep the hunger at bay.  Nor am I going to travel unless I need to.  In a more advanced society, people would have taken this kind of precautions early and we would not have the rapidly mounting death toll we have now.  We could have delayed the pandemic until vaccine was widely available.  But I live in a country of stupid people (as there are no other countries, to the best of my knowledge) so here we are.  I’ll try to do my part. Even if right now it is only a cold.  Probably.

Not the Death Flu of Doom. Probably.

Temperature stabilized just below 38C, which is the informal limit for fever here.  It is still above normal, since I am generally a cold-blooded person, but along with the overall condition I’d say it was probably a rhinovirus this time, almost certainly not influenza.  I have had ordinary influenza sometimes and it never failed to produce a couple days of real fever, and also left me much weaker than I am now.  So I may have dodged it for this time. It is everywhere around here though.

Sick

As can be expected after the sneezing, coughing and hacking bus passengers, I now have a head cold.  I am also lightheaded and having small chills, but so far no clinical fever, so there is some hope that it is just a rhinovirus and not the Pandemic. I’ve also had a cold sore for a couple days, not sure where that fits in.

In unrelated news, one of my old fillings fell out. Well, I am not going to the dentist until I know whether or not I have the flu.  That should be clear tomorrow sometime. If I don’t have a broad range of flu symptoms by then, it is likely to be a cold.

Signed lease!

This afternoon I went to Møll to take one more look at the house and sign the lease.  It was already dark – it is November and I live in Norway – so it was hard to see the terrain.  This was not much of a problem with the house, as I had already seen it outside in broad daylight.  But I got off the bus two stops early.  Luckily I still arrived pretty much exactly at the time I had said, as I did not know exactly when the bus would be there anyway and gave us some extra time. After all, it was still over two hours till the next bus back.

Actually, even finding the house in the dark was hard enough, when I had only been there once before, and then in daylight.  Luckily the owners of the neighboring house had been merciful enough to put the house number in big letters easily visible on their house, and I could find my way from there.  The lights was on, making the house look entirely different, but not in a bad way.

We talked about a couple more things that could be done before I move in:  A reversible heat pump, which it so happens that his company sells and mounts.  He is going to pay for that one, though.  Then there is fiberoptic cable for my Internet connection. Not only does it hang from a nearby phone pole, but the landlord happens to know the boss of the company that installs it, so will talk to him about getting it into the house cheaply.  This will be for me to pay, obviously.  We also read the power meter together as I will be paying the utility bills from here on.  It is a good thing I don’t celebrate Christmas (at least in the commercial manner – I would like to think that spiritually, I celebrate Christmas not only in winter.)

I looked over the house one more time. Let me be honest, the house is unimpressive. It is either old (this is my main theory) or was built old-fashioned. It has been upgraded, particularly the ground floor, which is up to modern standards in any visible way.  It is still quite small though. The whole house is significantly smaller than the one I rent now, but this is roughly made up for by it being empty, while the house here is half full of stuff that belongs to the landlord and his family.  I am not only renting the current house at Nodeland partly furnished, there is also a lot of stuff that just stands there and is off-limits.  So available space will be roughly the same.

To compare, the living room at Møll is perhaps 2/3 the size of the living room here. The downstairs bedroom that I am making into home office slightly smaller than the bedroom I made into home office here.  (It is about as deep but a little narrower.)  The kitchen is about the same size – it looks pretty roomy now but that is because it is empty.  The bathroom is slightly smaller and has only a shower cabinet instead of a bathtub.  Not that I used the tub much anyway, it was too small for a man my size.  The master bedroom upstairs is larger than my bedroom here.  And thrown in for free are two large bed that combine into a double bed, quite a bit better than anything I have had in my adult life if ever.  (I tend to not prioritize beds when I pay for them myself, because frankly I don’t spend much time there unless I am asleep.) There is one more decently large bedroom, where I could throw in a couple mattresses and theoretically have guests stay over.  Yeah, right.  This is something I did not have here – the third bedroom here is used to store landlord’s stuff.  There is yet another room upstairs that I intend to make into a wardrobe for my excessive amount of clothes that I bought when I played normal.

There is also a small washroom which I think will fit my washing machine – they are probably made in standard formats these days and it looked to be approximately that size. It better be, because I am not washing my clothes for hands for five years!  Come to think of it, wonder if I have enough clothes lying around that I need not wash any for five years… OK, that was a joke. But I have way too many clothes and hope to wear out some while I live there, so I have less clothes to move next time.

On the other hand I should have more furniture if I move away from there someday, because I threw away my old living room stuff when I moved here to Nodeland, since the living room and kitchen were already furnished.  I will need to buy some for those rooms.  But that is not a priority.  I have lots of furniture in the home office now – more than there is room for, really.  The dark book shelves should go in the living room, as should the light commodes. They don’t really fit together colorwise, but I got the bookshelves as a gift much later and they are very nice in their own right.  If I place them in different parts of the room it should be OK.  Or I could keep the commode thingy in the home office with the pale shelves.  Anyway, a couple chairs or a sofa will have to wind their ways there for completeness.  But it need not be there for me to move in.

In short, the house is not awesome. The location is. But the house is good enough for me. So I had no big misgivings about signing the lease, after having read carefully.  Paying 5 months in advance will leave me somewhat broke, at least for the months I pay double rent, but this should start correcting itself come January, Light willing.

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Oh, and… If I don’t get the flu now, it is not for lack of people who have sneezed, coughed or hacked their lungs out on the bus or other public places as if they were alone in their own private room.  Again and again I find myself wondering  why they even leave home in that condition, unless this is their way of getting to the hospital or at least pharmacy.  There have been numerous speculations on why more Norwegians have died from the Swine Flu than in the rest of northern Europe together.  Want to hear my theory? The heroic Viking spirit.  Evidently calling in sick is not something you do because you are sick but only if you hate your employer and want to hurt them.

To the Mothcave!

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From now on I shall be known as … the MOTHMAN!  (Picture from Wikimedia Commons.)

So it is decided. Well, I don’t have the contract, but we did shake mobile phones on it, and the landlord seems like a honorable man.  Contract as soon as I can get myself over there, no later than Friday.  (I have a course in Grimstad tomorrow Wednesday and the day after, perhaps.)

It seems almost too good to be true, but I seem to have gotten the long-term rent house at Møll (or Moth as I like to call it, since that is the literal translation in modern Norwegian. It probably means Mill or some such, but moths are fun – until they get in your clothes at least!)

I already sang the praises of the pretty green valley of Møll on Saturday.  It is still the same place. I was drawn to the place since I first saw it advertised, and wrote about it already on October 7. So I am pretty happy about getting it.  Sure, I already live alone here (although half the house or so is filled with the landlord’s stuff) and this is more expensive, but compared to having to creep back into a basement and not flush after the children upstairs go to bed… I think this is pretty good.

We agreed that I pay 5 months in advance, I don’t think that is extreme when I’m renting it for 5 years.  But yeah, it is going to leave me broke for a few months.  Broke in the sense of no new computers or peripherals, no expensive gifts, no travels if it can decently be avoided.  Not broke in the sense of terminating my City of Heroes accounts and going on a bread & water diet.

So what should I call the place when I write about it?  I was thinking of just going for the Moth-house.  But it does not really stack up to the Chaos Node, Chaosnodeland or the House of Chaos. Then again I am not as chaotic as I were.  The Moth-cave sounds like fun (like the Bat-cave) but in truth the place does not even have a basement (at least that I know of).  More’s the pity when summer comes.   Hopefully the river will help cool things down, it passes only a few yards from the house, and is brackish enough that I don’t think mosquitoes will be a big problem. Or I could try to get a reversible heat pump.  Note to self: Mention for landlord, since he already considered a heat pump for winter use.

So, dear friends and relatives and lurking agents of the New World Order: What should the name be?  I am probably going with some variant of the House of Moth unless you convince me otherwise.  The name of the website won’t change though, it is too established for that.

On a related note, I expect to transform the small spare bedroom into a full-time wardrobe. Even here, I still have clothes I have not unpacked, ever.  That is going to change.  I will probably not buy clothes other than trousers (they tend to be either too small or far too wide) and socks for the next five years either. Well, unless the moths get into my wardrobe…

NaNoWriMo begins

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Aren’t guys usually really interested in girls? I think so too, but experience shows that I am an inordinately lousy romance writer.

National Novel Writing Month. I have attended this creative stampede since 2002 at least. (It’s either that or 2001.) To be honest, I have never been less eager since I started than I am now. This is kind of a shame because the concept for this year is something I would like to share with the world. Unfortunately it does not lend itself well to novel writing, it seems.

I am going with the NaNoWriMo story germ I wrote about on October 18. There are some small changes: The main character is 34 instead of 18. This is mainly because in real life, it is rare to begin the inner journey that early, unless you are destined for sainthood or some such. Actually it usually starts off with what others call the “midlife crisis”, except it is not a crisis for those who find the way to another world. In real life the inner wold, and I mean that in a specific sense, different from the inner world of daydreams and feelings. It is a persistent world, and one that has been found again and again by people from different continents and cultures. While their details differ, the similarities are such that it becomes impossible to write it off as a coincidence. The question is whether it results from our minds finding some other domain, or whether it somehow reflects the fundamental structure of the human mind and brain. Or any combination of the above.

In my attempt at a novel, the main character instead enters a literally other world. But as with many of us, the entrance is found in night and fog, and it takes a time to realize that he is not in Kansas Norway anymore. It is this time that I find boring to write. I am going to throw in plot elements that are simply for making the story more interesting, and that have no deeper meaning. I am already throwing in a woman, because frankly, men without women are pretty boring. At least on the outside…