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Allow me to whine about feeling great. Well, no, but...
See, yesterday I thought I could go to work and that my pesky headache would respond to the pills.
Yeah. That lasted an hour and a half and then I came home and puked in the driveway.
Then I spent the next 10 hours in bed ... when I wasn't down the hall puking moar.
But hey, I feel great today, except that my back is killing me from all that time in bed. So great that I've been up since 7 a.m. and have done dishes, and grocery shopped, and send fandom care packages at the post office and just been all kinds of productive.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for CeeCee to call me with the deets for our trip tonight to hear her hubby play. Also she said bring my knitting stuff and she'll give me a lesson. Can you imagine anything more ... what's the word I want? ... apropos? ... than sitting and listening to folk music while knitting? We'll see.
She's working on Jayne's knit hat with the strings and the bobbles for another friend of ours. I do not think I can do a HAT but who knows... she's a bona fide knitting instructor, so you never know.
I now leave you with the latest installment of kitty cat and mouse theater.
So... 5 a.m. Friday morning (the day of the headache) I was awakened by my cat dragging a plastic grocery bag down the hall that leads to my bedroom. Hear the shushy shushy-ness of it in your head. Crinkle crinkle and all that. Now I have NO IDEA where he found the bag. Especially when I discovered why he was so interested in it.
YOU GUYS THERE WAS A MOUSE IN THE BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Freakin' A. On the other hand it was the easiest mouse eviction I ever did. Pick up bag, walk to end of the back yard (in my nightie, around dawn!), dump mouse out.
I really have no idea where he found the mouse, and whether it was in the bag already or if it ran in there to get away from him.
Cute, right? Or it was until I sort of forgot about it what with all the pain and nastyness.
AND THEN.
Last night after I graduated to the couch for a bit, I am sitting there and he brings me a small, almost dead mouse and drops it near my feet. So that was gross and I had to pick it up and dispose of nearly dead mousie. :(
Yeah. And then later he found it's sibling. (I'm guessing bag!mouse might have been the mama?) And this time it's not dead, it's squeaking it's lungs out, and he drops it ON MY FEET!!!
Little mousie wasn't the only one shrieking. :)
Fortunately, Daniel grabbed it and took it to the bathtub (his fave mouse playground) and I managed to bung it in a bucket and take it outside in the hopes it'll find its mama in the grand outdoors. AND STAY THERE!
I always get a lot of mice from the fields at the change of seasons. Could have done w/o the half dead small ones tho!!
here ends my adventures with pain and panic and petite rodents.
See, yesterday I thought I could go to work and that my pesky headache would respond to the pills.
Yeah. That lasted an hour and a half and then I came home and puked in the driveway.
Then I spent the next 10 hours in bed ... when I wasn't down the hall puking moar.
But hey, I feel great today, except that my back is killing me from all that time in bed. So great that I've been up since 7 a.m. and have done dishes, and grocery shopped, and send fandom care packages at the post office and just been all kinds of productive.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for CeeCee to call me with the deets for our trip tonight to hear her hubby play. Also she said bring my knitting stuff and she'll give me a lesson. Can you imagine anything more ... what's the word I want? ... apropos? ... than sitting and listening to folk music while knitting? We'll see.
She's working on Jayne's knit hat with the strings and the bobbles for another friend of ours. I do not think I can do a HAT but who knows... she's a bona fide knitting instructor, so you never know.
I now leave you with the latest installment of kitty cat and mouse theater.
So... 5 a.m. Friday morning (the day of the headache) I was awakened by my cat dragging a plastic grocery bag down the hall that leads to my bedroom. Hear the shushy shushy-ness of it in your head. Crinkle crinkle and all that. Now I have NO IDEA where he found the bag. Especially when I discovered why he was so interested in it.
YOU GUYS THERE WAS A MOUSE IN THE BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Freakin' A. On the other hand it was the easiest mouse eviction I ever did. Pick up bag, walk to end of the back yard (in my nightie, around dawn!), dump mouse out.
I really have no idea where he found the mouse, and whether it was in the bag already or if it ran in there to get away from him.
Cute, right? Or it was until I sort of forgot about it what with all the pain and nastyness.
AND THEN.
Last night after I graduated to the couch for a bit, I am sitting there and he brings me a small, almost dead mouse and drops it near my feet. So that was gross and I had to pick it up and dispose of nearly dead mousie. :(
Yeah. And then later he found it's sibling. (I'm guessing bag!mouse might have been the mama?) And this time it's not dead, it's squeaking it's lungs out, and he drops it ON MY FEET!!!
Little mousie wasn't the only one shrieking. :)
Fortunately, Daniel grabbed it and took it to the bathtub (his fave mouse playground) and I managed to bung it in a bucket and take it outside in the hopes it'll find its mama in the grand outdoors. AND STAY THERE!
I always get a lot of mice from the fields at the change of seasons. Could have done w/o the half dead small ones tho!!
here ends my adventures with pain and panic and petite rodents.