Toady was a better day. Ignoring the dismal weather forecast, the sun came out mid morning and stay out all day. It was something I desperately needed. My mind and eyes become starved for sunlight, and it had been a week. Our high was 85˚F, with a heat index of 91˚F. Currently, it's 84˚F, with the heat index at 88˚F ( Read more... )

I might have slept two hours, all told. There was just too much pain in my face. I got Spooky up at 9 a.m., and we made an emergency dental appointment for me. And all the hours later half my face is numb, and I know that the roots of one of my wisdom teeth (yes, I have all four, at age 53) is pretty much inside one of my sinus cavities. I've been ( Read more... )

Sunny and cooler today. Currently, it's 67˚F. There's rain coming ( Read more... )

Currently, it's 47˚F and cloudy here, after a cold rain all night. Suicide weather ( Read more... )

I sort of fell off this horse, didn't I? I'm not even quite sure why. There were a number of aborted attempts to get out of the House and venture out into Providence, which meant unusual mornings. I could blame those. My last entry was on the 14th. I'm not even sure I can recall much about the time in between. It's a blur of monotony: proofreading ( Read more... )

Today it will be hot for Providence, 87˚F (heat index 95˚F+), and tomorrow it will be cooler and very stormy. We may have to leave the House today, because it will probably get extremely uncomfortable in here ( Read more... )

It may be that I'll be returning to the habit of day-to-day blogging. More than a month after breaking the habit, I feel this hole. I'm forgetting things, and I can't look back at the LJ for the memories. And I'm only having so-so luck with the new pen and paper journal, because various things have conspired to ruin my penmanship. Which is really ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a terrible day. It's as simple to state as that. Since coming off Lamictal early in January, I've had two seizures. The first was March 4th, while we were at the Athenaeum. It was minor, not much more than a blip. The second was last night, and it was serious, and it left me feeling as if I'd been run over by a car. But I will not go ( Read more... )

Here's the punchline: I'm running late.

In place of an actual entry today, how about a sort of photo essay? I'll give you images, and you can use them to make a story of my yesterday. And I guarantee you it'll be a hundred times better than was my actual day.

First, stale Hell (return to form):

( Tuesday evening, 6:47 p.m. )

Cold, but the sun is out. But the sun is cold, which compounds the sense of cold. At least there are clouds, so that the sky's carnivorism is masked. I haven't been outside since Sunday. I loathe being bundled ( Read more... )