Yay Hil!

Smonster, thanks so much for the awesome inspiration. It is definitely taking care of bizniz day for me as well. I took a week off and now must spend the second week finishing my grading and getting a solid start on my boards portfolio, which is due by April 30th. So today the real work starts. I is serious teacher. This is serious work.

I finally fell asleep sometime after 3 and woke up still sore, but the soreness is not going to change until some time passes. The adjustment and massage I got yesterday were brutal because I was so locked up, so my back is protesting that as much as the initial injury. I have four more appointments this week, and I'm hopeful each one will be a bit better.

Yay, Hil! That's great news!

I'm so glad, Hil!

Yay, Hil!

Pix, I hate that you're hurting. My shoulder is killing me, and one trip to the chiro didn't fix it, but I should probably give another go or two before I give up.

Nothing I like better than a productivity party. Except for maybe a real party. Except I got sidetracked by Drench, with added kitty lap time. Back to it!

I am studying and doing laundry, but getting a bit distracted by trash tv.

I woke up at 8, was at he garden store by nine, and spent 3 and half hours working on my front yard. I weeded a bunch, transplanted some creeping phlox (creep, phlox! TAKE OVER!) and some deep and light purple pansies. And some yellow ones.

Also, four planters and a witndow box. I looked like a ditch digger. I have showered now, but my side yard and back yard are still pits of doom. God, I hope the Internet's right. I have no idea what I'm doing.

I may send Dan to get Chipotle. I am STARVING. And a little sunburnt.

Yay, Hil! They like you, they really like you!

I am always so boggled at the amount of things people who aren't in Utah can get done on a Sunday. Businesses are actually open!

Congrats, Hil.

I did take the dog outside and brush him, though, because the fur is instantly gone. I wouldn't do that if it went into the neighbor's yard, but since there are only five occupied houses in a two-mile stretch, I'm pretty sure it's not annoying to anyone.

Birdie insulation!

Okay, back on track. I rehung the 3 curtains (price of having a clawfoot tub) and it took me less than seven minutes. Rags in dryer, another load of laundry started. Now I have GOT to get out of the house or it won't happen, and That Would Be Bad. I'm giving myself ten minutes to brainstorm what I need to do and what I need to make that happen.

Yay contracts and bizniz getting done!

Boo Pix's back taking too much time to accept restored functionality :( May each adjustment bring more relief.

For whoever mentioned cats not having emotional issues, my younger cat, let me tell you about his behaviour last night. This is Malachi (or Mal, or cap'n tightpants) who is already on Prozac for his "anxiety" issue (why is a cat anxious? what about his life is so hard? that i do not know, but he was peeing on my bed while i was sleeping in it and nothing else worked. long saga of environmental and treatment attempts, only the prozac helped.) Mal is my lovely cat. While Nico sits nearby, just out of arm's reach, Mal will snuggle up on my lap and purr while i pet him, occasionally looking up at me with loving, dilated eyes.

Last night, after an hour of lap-sitting pet-loving he moved over to the stool where Nico likes to lounge. I went to pet him and after several minutes of petting he calmly reached out and swiped my face. No growling, no ears laid back, no indication at all that he was displeased (aside from the fact that he was not purring, but he doesn't always pur when pet.) Slashed open my eyelid with claws i had clipped not an hour before. I immediately screamed in pain and surprise, and whacked him across the face in retaliation.

After some minor first aid (very shallow scratch) i went back out to see WTH was going on with him. He saw me coming and ran. Just ran. I tried talking to him softly and gently and cat smiling at him with my no-longer-bloody eyes but he just looked at me like i was the scariest monster ever and hid.

This morning he ate heartily and followed me around, but ran off anytime i tried to pet him and watched me very warily.

I don't know what is wrong with this cat and sincerely hope that another vet visit is not in the immediate future. He's been eating well, hasn't missed a dose of the prozac, wasn't being harrassed by the other cat, allowed me to rub his belly with no problems an hour before striking out at me with no warning and no provocation. I just don't understand his moods. It's happened twice before - once to my friends toddler which was understandable (what cat doesn't strike out at a grabby toddler relentlessly pursuing around the house?) and once to my cat sitter which was upsetting but i rationalized away because she was an unknown person and i was out of town. But this time? No rational reason. He's got issues.