Argh, I think I lost my wee billfold with my driver's license, a credit card (I will have to figure out which one is missing, but I think it's only one) and all the cash I had for the weekend. But in looking for it I found one of the shoes Walter lost this morning, so that's something I suppose.

I'm calling it, no more trying to be productive today.

Yeah, I'm done.

Except I got part of the way through my painting-the-back-steps project this morning, and I have only the easiest bit to go. I should just suck it up and do it, and then I can make myself a drink.

Crap, I can't decide if I haven't left the house today because it's too damned hot or because I'm afraid to leave the house. I'm picturing going to the mall, and a shot of fear goes through me. Bugger. I can't let myself be trapped in the house. I am going to make myself go get something to eat at the restaurant we always went to, probably run into the manager who was an old friend of his. I feel marginally capable here at my desk. I've got to be able to get that outside of the house.

Unfortunately, the effect of alcohol and pain on me is to make me drunk AND in pain AND more depressed.

Bugger. I can't let myself be trapped in the house.

Connie, be kind to yourself. Don't force yourself to do anything right now beyond the basics, if you don't want to.

I really wish my body had some reaction to fever other than making everything ache. As soon as my temp is even slightly elevated, every muscle and joint in my body goes into pain. It hurts, and I can't tell which pain I should pay attention to -- if everything hurts, then how can I tell what's causing the problem?

Stay safe, Sue, and I hope you aren't without power for too long.

Oh, when I posted, the power was back on. It's blinked out a few times since, but is mostly on. I spent an hour this AM in the mall by my house, which had power, before it opened stealing WiFi from Starbucks. It was a strange experience. Lots of old people hanging around, a dude doing laps of the mall, and me in semi-darkness.

What Consuela said, Connie. Take care.

Hell with it, I'm ordering a pizza.

Every time I sit down, it's fully anticipating how hard it is going to be to get back up. My inner thighs and ass apparently got quite the workout sitting while operating the grinder. I expected the still slightly tingly hands and sore forearms and hand, this I did not. I should have; at points, they were definitely spasming from bracing, sitting, but bent to grind the lower parts of the rail. Calves have some protests too, but they aren't hobbling me!

Vacuuming and mopping should completely incapacitate me tomorrow.

Mm, a pizza sounds good.

My obnoxiously loud neighbor has been arguing and screaming with/at some friend/guest(?) of his for the past couple hours. Lots of "fuck you how dare you you always telling me what do to you got no fucking right shut up" type stuff. I'm glad I don't have small children? I'm very tempted to scream out the window for them to shut the fuck up. I keep thinking that would be a bad idea, though, since they are scary awful adn would probably bust up my windows or something. Whereas I'm just tempted to be sneaking out and silly-stringing their patio in the middle of the night.