Did not first hear of from Mr. Spiegel's book. Read cover to cover and somehow missed that one.
That is from Noelle. That is what she said, that things are feast or famine.
Looked it up in the book and sure enough:
Feast or Famine
1. Too much or not enough of something as opposed to a steady, moderate amount. Such as work, food, or income.
2. To have a highly polarized, inconsistent flow of a particular resource or commodity.
The feast has been in copious amounts of extremely pleasurable tezha
When can find time.
The famine is in time.
Hours are double at moment. Which is another case of "feast or famine" because previously, hours were famine, with my hours being cut by sickbay. To be sure my duties have been changed around to accommodate the fact that am still rehabilitating from injury, but it is nonetheless good to be back at my post instead of rotting like a ripe fruit on a vine to drop and be consumed by maggots.
But. Underling of mine had poor sense to return from shore leave. Sick.
Now half of department is sick and virus has been making its way through the ship. Asked about it during obligatory meeting with insufferable blue doctor, growling at her to quarantine people so that we can all get back to work. Did not happen. She laughed. Why is she always laughing? Blue lady of torture finally said that the virus will have to just work its way off of the ship. And as seems to be human specific, have little to worry about concerning self.
And to be sure. Noelle's department has been hit too. So. She is also working insane hours. In this virus factory of a ship. Is exposing herself to this PESTILENCE that is making its way from deck to deck.
She called me to arrange to have lunch with me, which I was happy to do. We ate in my quarters. Caught me by surprise that she wished to see me when there is no time for tezha
. But it was agreeable to see her. Very agreeable.
Informed her that perhaps I could speak with Lt Cdr Indra. She laughed. Perhaps she is right, I am not being reasonable.
"Please stay away from sick people," I cautioned.
"That's very sweet of you, but it's not possible," she said. "The ship has to run. It's just a little bug, Therav. Anyway, just so you know... if I do get sick... I like grandma's chicken soup."
"Where do I find your gra-"
"No, no. It's in the replicator... 'Grandma's Chicken Soup'."
After all of the tezha
this week and her usual situation of having somewhere to be, was starting to think she did not wish to see me when I have my clothes on. Was good to eat with her. All the same, her kiss at the door left me sure there will be tezha