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Oct. 20th, 2017 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI felt like myself for two days: Tuesday and Wednesday. On Tuesday I got a flu shot and therefore a sore arm for 24 hours. On Wednesday night I went to bed with a tickle in my sinuses, and on Thursday morning I woke up feeling like somebody had gone into my sinuses with 50-grit sandpaper. I would really like to feel like myself consistently again. I have been putting my immune system through a major obstacle course for the last couple of weeks, though, so it's probably justified in falling on its face.
My drama-addicted coworker is causing drama for the whole office, because twice since August he gave his boyfriend his wallet to go do errands and said "Use the blue card" and the boyfriend used the office credit card. So the drama addict is not going to have an office credit card any more, and I am instead. I don't want an office credit card. But we need at least two people to have one, and it makes the most sense if the office assistant and I are the two people who have them.
I would really like to go up to Wilson Farm for my annual indulgence in hot cider donuts this weekend, but I'm not sure it's going to happen. It can only happen before Halloween, because after that the donut machine goes away. Unfortunately, Wilson Farm is in Lexington, and starting from Brighton on a weekend, that's something like a five-hour excursion counting time to get there, eat cider donuts, wander around and spend a lot of money on produce, and get home again. And I can't be home vacuuming and doing laundry and cleaning the kitchen and filling out the last of the legal paperwork I've ignored for a year at the same time. And I don't, strictly speaking, need any cider donuts; it's just that they're never as good as when they're hot. But they're also more fun in company, and my traditional company for this excursion is in Cincinnati.
Snip has taken to sleeping in the middle of the bed all night, again. Having company is nice, but the Immovable Object bit is a little less nice. It's my fault, of course. I put a quilt on the bed when it got cold at night and reduced the above-covers space she had been sleeping in. At least I managed, in my post-CODA haze, to make rabies shot appointments for both cats for Nov 10. I know the rabies vaccine is safe, but I like to be home with them after they get shots just in case anything happens.
I can't remember what I've got at home that's calling itself dinner, but whatever it is, I don't want any. I'm not sure what I do want, but I'm positive I don't got it.
My drama-addicted coworker is causing drama for the whole office, because twice since August he gave his boyfriend his wallet to go do errands and said "Use the blue card" and the boyfriend used the office credit card. So the drama addict is not going to have an office credit card any more, and I am instead. I don't want an office credit card. But we need at least two people to have one, and it makes the most sense if the office assistant and I are the two people who have them.
I would really like to go up to Wilson Farm for my annual indulgence in hot cider donuts this weekend, but I'm not sure it's going to happen. It can only happen before Halloween, because after that the donut machine goes away. Unfortunately, Wilson Farm is in Lexington, and starting from Brighton on a weekend, that's something like a five-hour excursion counting time to get there, eat cider donuts, wander around and spend a lot of money on produce, and get home again. And I can't be home vacuuming and doing laundry and cleaning the kitchen and filling out the last of the legal paperwork I've ignored for a year at the same time. And I don't, strictly speaking, need any cider donuts; it's just that they're never as good as when they're hot. But they're also more fun in company, and my traditional company for this excursion is in Cincinnati.
Snip has taken to sleeping in the middle of the bed all night, again. Having company is nice, but the Immovable Object bit is a little less nice. It's my fault, of course. I put a quilt on the bed when it got cold at night and reduced the above-covers space she had been sleeping in. At least I managed, in my post-CODA haze, to make rabies shot appointments for both cats for Nov 10. I know the rabies vaccine is safe, but I like to be home with them after they get shots just in case anything happens.
I can't remember what I've got at home that's calling itself dinner, but whatever it is, I don't want any. I'm not sure what I do want, but I'm positive I don't got it.
