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Jan. 9th, 2013 11:59 amI still have a cold, but at least that's all I've got. I don't feel like I'm sick; it's just that my sinuses won't dry up and The Cough won't go away. It doesn't wake me up any more, which is nice of it. It waits until I wake up and then reminds me it's still there. My sinuses are still producing sludge, but at least it's mobile sludge. I guess I'll find out on Saturday whether I can sing with it, or I'll cancel the third lesson in a row (which idea does not please me very much, because I get extremely rusty if I don't have a lesson for three or four weeks).
Whether I'm getting better or not, yesterday was P&R day and it wiped me right the hell out. I had to find something mindless to do for an hour so as not to go to bed at 7:30. Fortunately, that's what the internet is for. I made it all the way to 8:45 before I decided it really was bedtime. What I really should have done, instead of merfing around on the internet, was do the dishes. But I didn't, because I have a couple of wineglasses to wash, and I actually need a brain for that. Otherwise I end up with broken glass in the sink. I don't know what it is about wineglasses, but if I'm going to break something, that's going to be it.
Yesterday was also fuel oil delivery day, as I discovered when I got home. Because nothing improves an 11-hour work day like a $440 fuel bill. At least the Hairy Beasts were glad I was home. I even got an actual meow out of Lily, which means whatever she's trying to say is serious. I think it was "I disapprove of you being gone so much today, and dinner is late." She's out of luck with the late dinner this week, though, because I'm going to be late tonight too. Somebody's got to buy the cat food, and I'm the one with the disposable (ha ha) income and the opposable thumbs. So there.
Whether I'm getting better or not, yesterday was P&R day and it wiped me right the hell out. I had to find something mindless to do for an hour so as not to go to bed at 7:30. Fortunately, that's what the internet is for. I made it all the way to 8:45 before I decided it really was bedtime. What I really should have done, instead of merfing around on the internet, was do the dishes. But I didn't, because I have a couple of wineglasses to wash, and I actually need a brain for that. Otherwise I end up with broken glass in the sink. I don't know what it is about wineglasses, but if I'm going to break something, that's going to be it.
Yesterday was also fuel oil delivery day, as I discovered when I got home. Because nothing improves an 11-hour work day like a $440 fuel bill. At least the Hairy Beasts were glad I was home. I even got an actual meow out of Lily, which means whatever she's trying to say is serious. I think it was "I disapprove of you being gone so much today, and dinner is late." She's out of luck with the late dinner this week, though, because I'm going to be late tonight too. Somebody's got to buy the cat food, and I'm the one with the disposable (ha ha) income and the opposable thumbs. So there.
