I watched this week's rerun of SPN since it was on after Arrow and Tim was out doing stuff and I was lazy. It's literally only the second episode I've ever seen, but I mostly grasped what was happening.

What amused me was how I totally mispronounce "Castiel" in my head. It took me a minute to realize that when characters said "Cas-tee-ELL," that's who they were referring to. (I thought it would be pronounced "Cas-TEAL." See also, "Ianto.")

Yesterday the interviewer NEVER got back to me. My recruiter actually got someone to go look for him, so he may not have been at work at all (sick?) Will regroup on Monday.

Sounded so promising, too. I'll try to keep it in a positive light as in, "I'm not chopped liver!"

I am a grumpy transfusee. I arrived at the transfusion place on time. A brand-new nursing grad came to get me 30 minutes later. I looked pointedly at my watch. She said, "We had a woman who needed a wheelchair and I had to get her settled." Work on your excuses, honey. The wheelchair woman came in after I did, and I watched the whole thing. I know she's a new nursing grad because I've heard her talk at length about it three or four times, including a discussion of sororities, while I was waiting for her to do my vitals. All of the delays snowball because they don't order the blood until these preliminaries are over, and for some reason blood that was ordered on Thursday still takes forever to get her. Sorority girl had better come back with the doughnut she promised me.

Crap, my pool is closed for at least an hour and there's not enough time to drive to one of the others and still make the afternoon's festivities.

No swim for me.

So much to do today, argh. At least I started laundry and ran/walked the dog for 2.5 miles. And did the dishes. Now to shower and go to the farmer's market and the frame shop.

Instead, I shall dye my hair.

Showered, more laundry done, pie crust chilling in the fridge. Emailed the tax guy with more information. Found Dad's slide rule. Now to the frame shop and the farmer's market!

I am getting a tire fixed, like a grown-up.

It has been needing repair for about two months.

I also got some beer for a friend's housewarming party. I need to also get some flowers.

Then maybe I will get a load of laundry in.

Oh! I did vacuum my room this morning. My carpet gets disgusting in like 2 days because the cats with food and litterboxes are closed up with me each night. Oz needing more and more care is draining on me, but he is not in pain or declining rapidly in health, just declining in behavior.

Grumpiness sounds like the appropriate response, Ginger.

I still have not decided what to do with myself today. Looking more and more like not much of anything. Which is fine. It's been a long week and last night I was dreaming about global warming causing flooding and (for some reason) giant mutant crabs that I was having trouble keeping everyone safe from. Not so restful.

I was reading The Night Circus, and enjoying it very much. I checked it out of the library in kindle format on a 7-day loan that I thought I would have the option to renew, but I have somehow messed that up and the loan has apparently ended. Opened a cookbook on the kindle and now The Night Circus is not available to me. Went to check it out again and there are no available copies. So frustrating! I put it on hold to automatically check out when it's available, but still, I have to wait. And I really want to know what happens next, dammit.

Seems I'm still sick, or getting over being sick. I feel like crap. I don't really want to go back to bed, but I don't want to do anything else either. The three-day headache and the ringing in my ears could stop anytime. Damn it, and I felt so good Wednesday! Better than I had in ages. And then I got sick with whatever this is on Thursday. Why can't I ever have more than one really good day at a time?