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Up, earlyish but not really awake. Left home at 12:45 to go to M's. We were supposed to (note the supposed) be cleaning Miss Widge's ears and clipping her claws. Or not, according to Miss Madam. So, I didn't get to work on my cat-whispering technique. Well, we will try again tomorrow.
So I stayed and had a glass of OJ and M and I talked a bit. Then I said I just wanted to go back home and crawl into bed. When I walked back, it was spitting rain. Cold rain - and I just had on my short-sleeved jacket. Still, when I got in, I took out my garbage because, yuck, chicken bones, etc.
And, then, I crawled into bed for a two and a half hour nap. The amazing thing was that, when I got out of bed, there was NO back pain. That was a relief. I heated up the leftovers from yesterday for a substantial supper. John called to sheepishly admit that, yes, he did indeed have my second hammer. Silly boy. Brian e-mailed me about shopping specials to which I said yes.
M called and we comisserated about how difficult Widge is. I said a hilarious mouthful: Why couldn't she be normal like us? Yes, I know, silly question.
Anyway, I've had some more dessert (custard and berries and cream, no meringue). And I'm off to read or watch SGA, even though I'll have to wake up even earlier tomorrow. Le sigh. Languid hugs to all,
H.
So I stayed and had a glass of OJ and M and I talked a bit. Then I said I just wanted to go back home and crawl into bed. When I walked back, it was spitting rain. Cold rain - and I just had on my short-sleeved jacket. Still, when I got in, I took out my garbage because, yuck, chicken bones, etc.
And, then, I crawled into bed for a two and a half hour nap. The amazing thing was that, when I got out of bed, there was NO back pain. That was a relief. I heated up the leftovers from yesterday for a substantial supper. John called to sheepishly admit that, yes, he did indeed have my second hammer. Silly boy. Brian e-mailed me about shopping specials to which I said yes.
M called and we comisserated about how difficult Widge is. I said a hilarious mouthful: Why couldn't she be normal like us? Yes, I know, silly question.
Anyway, I've had some more dessert (custard and berries and cream, no meringue). And I'm off to read or watch SGA, even though I'll have to wake up even earlier tomorrow. Le sigh. Languid hugs to all,
H.
Tags:
- chosen family,
- food,
- life,
- pain,
- sga