Averygoodun's Personal File

So, yesterday morning was not kind to Page. ( Grossness )

Actually, I wonder if Page's illness was sugar detox/withdrawal. The timing is about right, especially with this week's addition of yogurt to his diet.

Poor kid, anyway.

Meanwhile, I have done pretty much all the research for my second term paper (all 515 words of it; I was right about this one being easier) and written the opening paragraph... which starts with "Once upon a time." That should give my prof a chuckle. I still have to edit and re-write/arrange my first paper, but I'm now thinking I might actually have two papers to hand in next week. Which is a relief.

And I had a perfect cup of tea this morning. It's been a long while since that happened.

And, since yahoo's sudoku feature seems to be broken, I will go finish my homework for today's class, perhaps leaving me with enough time to do the day's shopping before I need to leave. Perhaps.

My body is telling me that today SHALL be a rest day, no matter what my plans were. I don't like it when it springs that on me (even though it has been warning me it was going to do so over the past couple of days). And I'm still not really obeying, as there are things I need to get done, like laundry. Page is out of clean pants. That will not do.

I have a strange, painful/itchy rash on my fingertips that's been spreading, seemingly one fingertip at a time, till now it's on half of all my digits. At least it started the day before yesterday, so I know it's not just a reaction to painting. But it's weird in that it really is contained to the distal phalanges (yes, I know the plural is phalanx) and only on the bony sides.

My right middle finger is also threatening to become infected. I don't know when or how, but I somehow managed to puncture a point under the nail bed. I'm hoping it isn't a sliver, as I REALLY don't want to go digging in there. Hm. If that's necessary, I think Geoff and alcohol will be involved. (On the plus side, that fingertip is one of the few without the rash.)

My body in general is rather achy. Random joints, muscles and fasciae have been making themselves heard, and it's pissing me off. I want quiet, damn it! And I'd rather not just drug the masses into sedation. However, I will if I must.

My back-up pair of church pants no longer fit in a flattering way. I've lost too much weight/thickness for them to do so. (This is both bad and good. I really am underweight, and I'd really like to gain some of that weight back, but it's good not to have a swollen tummy anymore.)

I used the last of the especially lovely tea Santa brought this morning. :-( I had to go and share now didn't I? ;-)

The air filter is loud.

And, bummer amongst all bummers, the caffeine from the lovely tea has kicked in and lifted my mood, damn it! I was enjoying that wallow!

Ach well. Life goes on.


( Good thing I had in mind even in mid-wallow: )

So, um, does tea put anyone else to sleep? I'm talking about caffeinated English Breakfast, not Sleepytime or camomile or some such.

I had several cups of strong tea this afternoon, and shortly after the stimulation left (visitor), I found myself looking at my sudoku cross-eyed. I put my head down on the table for kicks, and found myself waking up a short while later when Babe made a loudish noise.

So, I then went to crash on the infinitely more comfortable couch. (Nice thing about lying about on the couch with Babe around, is that I know where he is at all times even with my eyes closed: Climbing over me!) I think I had an hour's lie down. And that's how it is just about every time I drink the stuff!

Isn't it supposed to perk you up?