Another Wednesday
Mar. 27th, 2003 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanWhen I got home, I could smell coffee. I first wondered if Lydy had stayed home sick from work (David would never make coffee), but when I got upstairs I found Raphael up and very energetic. Having had trouble getting to sleep, zie had decided to just stay up and try to get onto a more rational schedule. We watched a tape of the latest "Buffy" (What the hell is wrong with them, what are they doing to Giles, the morons?) and had some very stimulating conversation about literature.
I did a bunch of laundry and dishes, and took my cat outside. He rolled on the sidewalk a lot, and ran almost too far up the neighbors' big mulberry. Sometimes he cracks me up. I was talking to him, and he was backing carefully down the tree, clearly coming right for my outstretched hand and glad of it. But when he got to a convenient crotch in the tree, he hissed at me and jumped down by himself. Lydy and I have surmised that having to interact with people while he is on his walks breaks his suspension of disbelief. That would explain a lot.
He got to stalk several oblivious squirrels. A crow yelled at us.
I went for my own walk just before sunset. I heard three or four cardinals singing, and admired the tidy well-raked lawns of my neighbors. I think people are stark crazy who have already taken the mulch out of their flowerbeds, though. It's going to be cold and snowy this weekend.
By the time I got home I was feeling unnaturally exhausted, and coughing a fair amount. I took some vitamin C and drank a lot of water and stared at my novel. Eric called early and we got some scheduling misapprehensions of mine straightened out. I had thought Minicon was a weekend earlier than it is. The results of this correction are entirely pleasant. It's good to have more time than you thought you had.
Raphael and I watched "The West Wing," which was fun; it's been a long time since we watched in real-time, as it were. I can't say I have missed the commercials at all, however.
I wrote four hundred words later in the evening, and called Eric back to tell him so. Raphael went to bed. I'm not used to needing to be quiet in the evenings, but I didn't knock anything over or break anything. I was feeling so tired myself that I went to bed at midnight. If I hadn't wished to keep my medication schedule right I'd have fallen over an hour earlier than that.
My cat slept on my feet. I got up at 10:30, feeling much more energetic but definitely lugging a mild (I hope) cold about with me. Ick. I got out the echinacea to add to the Vitamin C.
My cat will like all the napping, anyway, and there is nothing terribly strenuous to this degree of illness in sitting at the computer and glaring at one's novel.
Pamela
I did a bunch of laundry and dishes, and took my cat outside. He rolled on the sidewalk a lot, and ran almost too far up the neighbors' big mulberry. Sometimes he cracks me up. I was talking to him, and he was backing carefully down the tree, clearly coming right for my outstretched hand and glad of it. But when he got to a convenient crotch in the tree, he hissed at me and jumped down by himself. Lydy and I have surmised that having to interact with people while he is on his walks breaks his suspension of disbelief. That would explain a lot.
He got to stalk several oblivious squirrels. A crow yelled at us.
I went for my own walk just before sunset. I heard three or four cardinals singing, and admired the tidy well-raked lawns of my neighbors. I think people are stark crazy who have already taken the mulch out of their flowerbeds, though. It's going to be cold and snowy this weekend.
By the time I got home I was feeling unnaturally exhausted, and coughing a fair amount. I took some vitamin C and drank a lot of water and stared at my novel. Eric called early and we got some scheduling misapprehensions of mine straightened out. I had thought Minicon was a weekend earlier than it is. The results of this correction are entirely pleasant. It's good to have more time than you thought you had.
Raphael and I watched "The West Wing," which was fun; it's been a long time since we watched in real-time, as it were. I can't say I have missed the commercials at all, however.
I wrote four hundred words later in the evening, and called Eric back to tell him so. Raphael went to bed. I'm not used to needing to be quiet in the evenings, but I didn't knock anything over or break anything. I was feeling so tired myself that I went to bed at midnight. If I hadn't wished to keep my medication schedule right I'd have fallen over an hour earlier than that.
My cat slept on my feet. I got up at 10:30, feeling much more energetic but definitely lugging a mild (I hope) cold about with me. Ick. I got out the echinacea to add to the Vitamin C.
My cat will like all the napping, anyway, and there is nothing terribly strenuous to this degree of illness in sitting at the computer and glaring at one's novel.
Pamela
