"Learn, nothin'....I had a gig!"
Heh.
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"Learn, nothin'....I had a gig!"
Heh.
I miss the night shift. Cat woke me for snacks,pets, purrs and around of inappropriate peeing. I am awake and not sure I can relax my vigilance yet
at least I did the dishes
By this time tomorrow I'll be somewhere on the bike course. Eep!
Thanks y'all. For the first time in yonks, I was asleep before 10pm. I don't think I can credit Celexa with that yet, I think utter exhaustion just took me. Still nice to have a good chunk of sleep and be awake at a reasonable hour.
Go, go, go, d!
Sorry that the heat and humidity is making another appearance in DC.
I can hear my houseguests talking to each other and the kids playing but they have not come upstairs yet for breakfast -- I'd really like to quiz them on their plan for the day so I know if I need to make dinner or not.
Tomorrow my cousin comes, and on Monday my parents.
Oof, you are busy, Sparky!
Suzi, glad you got some quality sleep. Beth, glad your kitty is more like himself.
I need food. And a shower. And more sleep, which unfortunately I will not get.
ION, having a tooth yanked out of your head (and I thought that's what it was going to come down too, the dentist's foot on my chest while he ripped this sucker out) is no fun in the food department.
I've had to have two pulled in the last year, and it's no fun, period. Also, it's the 21st century, and they're still pulling teeth the way Doc Holliday did, except you don't get the slug of whiskey. I'll warn you: it takes more out of you than you expect. Most food is really okay, as long as you chew on the other side and stay away from things that can get into the socket, like seeds.
Sorry about the 4:30 a.m., Beth. The night before last, the dog got up three times and barked to get out, then frantically ate grass, which is pretty hard work in my backyard, considering how little grass I have. I figured he was in some intestinal distress, but he seemed better yesterday. I, on the other hand, was a zombie.
The third week she comes home late smelling of cigs & beer. Dad asks "what did you learn?" She said, "Learn, nothin'....I had a gig!"
HAR.
Suzi, glad you slept.
Sorry to all the insomniacs.
Tooth-yanking? Haaaaaaaate. Have had, and haaaaaaate. Much sympathy, Sail.
Timelies all. Zoe had a good first night. She slept happily in the bedroom on her bed and gave Drew a loving greeting when he got home at 2am. She snapped at Byron when he got too close to her food, but he walloped her, and I don't think she's likely to bother him again. He practically raised her, and she's generally really good with cats. Both Mia and Byron recognized her. They ran up meowing and head butted her fondly when they first saw her, which was adorable. Seamus is not so sure. He's never met a dog before, so he's spent a lot of the past 12 hours puffed up exactly like a Halloween cat. I have pictures I'll have to share later. I can't believe I'm a dog owner again! I hope it all works out.
Yay, Kristin! So happy that you have Zoe back in your life.
On Facebook, I've been reconnecting with a bunch of college friends from band-- on the Marching Chiefs alumni group, someone's been scanning and posting old picture.
Well, at least I don't have an embarrassing hairstyle to live down in this one.