DUCK & COVER
My rilly rilly good mood of 2 days ago seems to be evaporating. Fizzling out. Going slowly up in smoke. You have been warned.
My rilly rilly good mood of 2 days ago seems to be evaporating. Fizzling out. Going slowly up in smoke. You have been warned.
I am considerably in awe of, quite dismayed by, and frankly, a bit threatened by the human body’s ability to manufacture mucus. If only I could harness this power in some much less disgusting way! I’d make a fortune! When sick, your whole world narrows down to the physical sensations that tend to consume all conscious thought. Things hurt that don’t usually hurt, calling your otherwise oblivious attention to them. You didn’t even know you HAD muscles there, much less that they could ache so much. Suddenly every square millimeter of space occupied by your sinuses becomes of utmost importance:...
Karin was sick over the weekend, running a fever, complaining of a sore throat and being generally draggy. She stayed home from school Monday, with my chaperonage to make sure that she didn’t play games all day as sick kids who stay home from work DO NOT GET TO HAVE FUN. She was allowed to watch TV and DVDs and otherwise she could lie on the sofa and sleep or lie in her bed and sleep or lie in OUR bed and sleep. I worked the entire day, while she slept and watched and moaned about how boring it was...
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I’m pouting right now. Sulking, nearly. It’s not attractive, I can tell you, yet my sad little pouty heart doesn’t care because it is feeling VERY put out. This morning was a leisurely one, what with the waking up early but going back to sleep. Dreams shivered past, helping to erase the disappointing memories of a work Christmas party gone terribly wrong and boring. Got up at a decent hour, had breakfast and then we set out for Dalby and the tree nursery where we met up with friends and traipsed about in the woods, hunting for the perfect Christmas...
Even though winter has been galumphing up with its tongue hanging out and its tail wagging a mile a minute, spraying drool and happy pee everywhere I am NOT READY FOR IT. I’m fending it off with both hands, yelling, “NO NO NO! DOWN, BOY! WAIT!” Damn dog. The village has its Christmas tree up by the little traffic circle. No lights are on it yet, but it’s up. Christmas decorations are for sale in the mall and everything is starting to twinkle. NOT READY. I had to scrape the car windows this morning and it wasn’t any wimpy little...
What can I say? I feel like a fool for getting my (our) hopes up about the cat. Anders is reacting now, after 5 days, and truth be told, so am I, though in a very minor way. I had some correspondence with the breeder and she did make me feel slightly better by telling me that she had some other customers react to Doc as well, who then DIDN’T react to a different Siberian, and that it can be very much the allergens borne by any indivdual cat…but we can’t test every cat in Sweden, especially since it’s hard...
Perilously close to being a complete snark monster. Have so far managed to restrain myself but HONESTLY. Some people just beg for it. *** Anders is on vacation this week, while I am working. It’s my last week of work before a month-long vacation. I had thought I wouldn’t have enough to do this week, as so many people are already on vacation (Sweden basically shuts down in July) that no new projects are coming in, but I was busy all day today and expect I will be the rest of the week, which is nice. It’s nice to have...
Someone, please, scrape this giant pile of sludgey LETHARGY off of me. I seem to be unable to crawl out from under it myself, at the moment. Gaaah
You know those time warp price comparison charts where you see what bread and milk and gas cost in 1963 or 1955 or 1924 and they just make you gasp with amazement? Here in Sweden, the gas price at my little gas station in town today (not one of the big chains) was SEK 13.66 per liter. There are approximately 4 liters to the gallon. It cost me 750 kronor to fill up my tank. At today’s exchange rate that came to $126. Gas costs us approximately $9.16 per gallon. It’s been this high, give or take a few pennies,...