Connie, I'm glad he's home and hope he gets all the stuff he needs as painlessly as possible.

My favorite owl tattoo is this one, by Corey Miller. [link] I wish it were mine. The story is pretty cool, too.

Robert has learned a great amount from his mentally challenged sister and decides to depict it with a wise owl being trapped in tree's twisting branches.

I napped for a while. I'm pretty sure this is a sinus infection. And oddly, I feel kind of feverish -- chills, keep feeling hotter and colder, that weird fuzzy-brain feeling that comes with a fever -- but I don't actually have a fever.

Glad to hear Hubby's home safe, Connie. And no doubt the hoop-jumping is irksome, so at least he's perfectly rational. No doubt he'll feel better after some time at Home Sweet Home. Continued-feeling-better-ma.

Dear Flu Virus of Undeterminent Nature,

Fuck you.

No Love,
Me

Poor Cash.

sinus infections/allergies do that to me, Hil.

I actually want one of those alarms that is a light that gradually grows brighter. Light is what wakes me up in the morning. Natural light . I think light bulbs have the power to kill me.

DH is playing a christmas carol on the guitar, I think I need to drag him off for thai food. Only starvation can explain this

What's up with the muscle pain? What causes that? I swear, I feel like I've been set upon with a cricket bat. It's making me whingy.

Health~ma to Hil and Cashmere.

My new walker is fab! I'm going to take it out for breakfast* at a previously-inaccessible venue. Haven't decided which one yet.

*it can pay for itself

{{Bitches}} Health ~ma all round.

Epic, when you need a good cry the shower is the place. Less puffy face that way. Chocolate is always a plus, but after the shower.

Good to hear hubby is home, Connie.

Yay for access to new places!

There is hope for the Not Morning People. As a lifelong insomnia victim I remember complaining to my mom in elementary school that I couldn't get up because I hadn't slept. I fought with her when she signed me up for morning session kindergarten rather than afternoon because I didn't want to get up early. I bitterly shook my head in disbelief watching bright eyed cheery people while I sucked down coffee in a dazed mode that it was once again morning state.

There were times when I was pregnant and when the boys were tiny when I thought I would lose my mind from the lack of sleep. No exaggeration there. Stupid insomnia.

I have never used an alarm. As a super light sleeper it was never required. When getting up in the dark is required the alarm gets set, but it always gets turned off before it makes its horrid noise.

And then it changed. Maybe after I turned 50. It may have been a combination of factors, but it has changed my life. It has been required for me to get up at 6am for the last 4 years to comply with the school district's insane idea of the appropriate time for high school classes to start. The coffee pot is prepared in the evening then at 6 I drag my ass to the kitchen and fill my cup, wake up the boy, and go sit outside and drink my coffee. Slowly this became my favorite time of day. I live on a lake and the birds are making all their waking up noises, the morning joggers go by, the light is its unique morning hue. And there is this stillness and calmness that I don't experience again all day as I dive into the madness of the pace that is my life.

Then all day long it is crisis solving and the running around that happens in the working parent's life and by 9pm I am nodding off. The wildest thing has happened, after 50 years of not sleeping, I sleep for hours at a time! Solid blocks of sleep are like a miracle.

Now I am one of those Morning People. I am up early even on the weekends. I watch shows that air at night when I am too tired to focus. I sit outside and enjoy nature, sip my coffee, plan my day. It is the calm quiet part of day that I swore I would never enjoy. Huh.

It could happen to you.

Yay for new accessibility, Seska!

{{{Epic}}}

I used to be a morning person, then I went to college. I used to wake up instantly, when the alarm clicked but before it actually started sounding, then I went to college part time while working full time. Which was actually ok, as long as I didn't get sick, because when you have 27 1/2 hrs. of things to do every day (and that didn't include studying for exams) there is No. Time. to get better. And naturally I got sick. And suddenly I was one of those people for whom it is easier to listen to the alarm going off, than it is to reach over and turn it off. The fact that I have been working at a job that my typical shift is 2pm-10pm, and I rarely get to bed before 2am, means that I am seldom rational before 11am. The cats, however, insist on waking me up at 6 or 7 am. So there is a lot of napping in my life.