Good Call
Yesterday, the forecast called for "wintry mix" starting around noon. I figured that it wasn't worth the risk to drive in to the office and come back around lunchtime because people get even more stupid on the Interstate in bad weather. So today is telecommuting day. I dislike telecommuting because I have no distraction-free space in which to work, plus any unfinished home project or chore looms disapprovingly in my conscience. The mental static is worth not having to drive in ice.
Still Ill Fu
My poor sweetie is still trying to sleep her way through the stomach bug. Josie is lounging on her as the morning "nurse" continuing the course of kitty reiki.
Snort Worthy
As her comfort activity while sick, ealdthryth watched Cranford most of yesterday. I ended up watching the end of it and the extra features. Lots of moderately and rather famous gravitas-laden actors were in evidence...and then there was Tim Curry. During the extras, he described his own performance as 300 pounds of condemned ham, which actually made us howl with laughter. Admittedly, it was a hammy performance, but the part absolutely called for it.
Still Ill Fu
My poor sweetie is still trying to sleep her way through the stomach bug. Josie is lounging on her as the morning "nurse" continuing the course of kitty reiki.
Snort Worthy
As her comfort activity while sick, ealdthryth watched Cranford most of yesterday. I ended up watching the end of it and the extra features. Lots of moderately and rather famous gravitas-laden actors were in evidence...and then there was Tim Curry. During the extras, he described his own performance as 300 pounds of condemned ham, which actually made us howl with laughter. Admittedly, it was a hammy performance, but the part absolutely called for it.