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jaeleslie at 07:37pm on 21/11/2002
jaeleslie at 07:37pm on 21/11/2002Left sinus gradually filling up this evening, time to go lie down and take the benadryl (diphenhydramine Hcl). Yesterday woke up with that thing where you lie on one side and everything drains that way, so you turn over and get stuffed up on the other side for a while. I got through with a couple doses of sudafed (pseudoephedrine Hcl), but today was better, no workout but I went out grocery shopping, came home wiped out.
Then wrestled with the Turboapa collation, waiting for last minute special deliveries (where is Max? where Hooper?) and the usual worries. Not done with that yet, as I am still writing the state of the union message for the business pages, which promises to go on and on and on while I figure out whither away and explain thoroughly, with a detailed poll of the membership, many of whom want to keep it going but don't want to take it off my hands.
Julie Z came over with the covers, and her own head cold, and we had Wellness Tea, and then I cuddled the kitty who is suffering her autumnal derangement. This happens every November. She is simply mad. Once the weather cools off so she can't go outside, she has to sit on the window sill, which is hardly wide enough for her, so as soon as she drops off to sleep she falls off, which wakes her, and she has dug big gouges in the woodwork and the curtains as she scrambles back into place, but she is under some compulsion to sit in the damn window. It exhausts her, and it is very cold next to the glass for such a small kitty. Only six pounds -- respectable sized cats like Snufkin would make two of her and then some. So I take her down and wrap her up in a blanket so she can't get away, and sit with her; she purrs and purrs and then falls asleep, so tired she twitches and convulses while she sleeps. Then after a catnap she wakes up and purrs and purrs again. She will sit with me all day. If I put her down, though, even wrapped up, she's back in the window. It is hard work, watching for monsters. She is an old cat (thirteen) and tired.
A little snow this morning, real pretty but it didn't stick. Watch teevee now.
Then wrestled with the Turboapa collation, waiting for last minute special deliveries (where is Max? where Hooper?) and the usual worries. Not done with that yet, as I am still writing the state of the union message for the business pages, which promises to go on and on and on while I figure out whither away and explain thoroughly, with a detailed poll of the membership, many of whom want to keep it going but don't want to take it off my hands.
Julie Z came over with the covers, and her own head cold, and we had Wellness Tea, and then I cuddled the kitty who is suffering her autumnal derangement. This happens every November. She is simply mad. Once the weather cools off so she can't go outside, she has to sit on the window sill, which is hardly wide enough for her, so as soon as she drops off to sleep she falls off, which wakes her, and she has dug big gouges in the woodwork and the curtains as she scrambles back into place, but she is under some compulsion to sit in the damn window. It exhausts her, and it is very cold next to the glass for such a small kitty. Only six pounds -- respectable sized cats like Snufkin would make two of her and then some. So I take her down and wrap her up in a blanket so she can't get away, and sit with her; she purrs and purrs and then falls asleep, so tired she twitches and convulses while she sleeps. Then after a catnap she wakes up and purrs and purrs again. She will sit with me all day. If I put her down, though, even wrapped up, she's back in the window. It is hard work, watching for monsters. She is an old cat (thirteen) and tired.
A little snow this morning, real pretty but it didn't stick. Watch teevee now.
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