it's hard to prevent weather related triggers. I didn't mean for my question to insinuate other wise, please know that.

I think I've been hanging out with Tom too long, I'm adapting his stance of, "I feel helpless that someone I care about is suffering, how can we FIX THE ROOT of the problem??? I need hard data!"

Of course, a lot of stuff doesn't work like that. {{vw}}

I think I've been hanging out with Tom too long, I'm adapting his stance of, "I feel helpless that someone I care about is suffering, how can we FIX THE ROOT of the problem??? I need hard data!"

You're a man, baybee!

Which is to say, I have no idea why anyone else would haul their cats around to school concerts, but if I did, it would be simply because Harvey had decided he was not done being held when I went out the door.

But you see, you're operating from a context in which cat lovers get cats. And in which if you see a cat on the street? It's somebody's cat.

In Egypt, normal people don't have pets. There are gazillions of wild cats and dogs roaming the streets, and this will continue to be the case because in Egypt it's all tabboo and terrible to have your pet 'done'. (Expats do it, but Egyptians mostly regard this as appalling cruelty. Let's just remind ourselves that in this country cliterodectomy is still reasonably widespread in both the Christian and Muslim populations. Let's marvel at that little juxtaposition.) Anyhoo, Egyptians with pets are rich Egyptians, and their pets are status symbols. Their cats are not regular 'baladi' (local) cats, such as my own wee Daniel; no no, their pets are like designer gear with a pulse. Furry wee status symbols of impeccable lineage. Given that most people here (the poor being the majority) don't get to eat meat very often themselves, the whole Marie Antoinettishness of having an obscenely expensive animal that you buy special meat for...well, it's pretty stark.

Um.

Therein lies the whole Siamese Cat thing. (Said cat being, incidentally, a remarkably biddable and well mannered wee cat. Which is just as well, because in its place MY cat would have been freaking out bigtime.)

Oh, man, Fay. The sudden infestation of kids in your gym made me want to punch someone, and I'm a confirmed and devout child worshipper. And the mums standing around with their bags not chipping their nails? That's got to be so infuriating.

Plus, WTF is up with their parenting? Gyms have treadmills, stairmasters designed for persons considerably over four feet tall, complicated weight training machines with pins and chains and counterbalance weights. Unfortunately, I'm quite sure one of these days all the kids will be gone because one of their number lost a finger or something. Stoopid parents.

Did you know tomorrow is bathrobe day? I'm betting they don't either!

This is so unspeakably marvelous.

Ugh. The hospital just paged the wrong doctor for me. She sounded so confused. How annoying.

Morning. I am feeling almost human this morning, and the fever seems to have broken, so hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while.

hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while

::fumgers crussed::

or when my fingers are on the proper keys

::fingers crossed::

I can tell. This is going to be a very, VERY long day.

I'm a honey ho.

I keep hearing this in the cereal bird voice. Instead of being kookoo for cocoa puffs? Ho-ey for honey.

Bwah!

I know you are already working on the doctor - but I am sending you breathing ma~~~~. One of my friends is a massage therapist - and into a lot of wholeistic health stuff. She is talking about doing a free class on breatheing. I really hope she does. Turns out that when you have asthma - you get into habits of breathing shallowly, and curling your sholders in. obviously during an attack you can't take deep breaths - but the theory is that by practicing various breathing techniques for a few minutes in the am and the evening you can make them less severe or even lessen the numbers of attacks. Long before there were drugs for asthma , breathing exercises and massage of the upperback and neck were part of the things people did to help.

and now you have your morning lecture.

I have seen kids at my gym. Summer only.but I think they have to be over 12, with parents, and I think - but I could be mistaken, that they have a note from a gym teacher/coach. no cats. they would be very unhappy at the gym.

hopefully this will be my last trip to the emergency room for a long while

I hope so, too.

I'm a honey ho.

This is conflating with Wonderfalls in my brain to create:

I'm Heidi-ho

The honey ho

Timelies, all! It's supposed to get up to 72 here today. I'm looking forward to taking a long ramble on my lunch hour.

I can't imagine a cat mellow enough to be a fashion accessory in a crowded place. I wonder if they're trained for it from kittenhood or what.

OMG I just dowloaded a version of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" that is just the vocal track...

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