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After yesterday's entry, I wouldn't want you to think that's the most exciting it gets around here. It may be true, but I don't have to want it known, do I?
Today Nia and I did the laundry early, thus guaranteeing that I will be confused all week as to what day it is. We usually do laundry on Sunday, not Saturday, and I fear I have become a creature of habit. If I were doing something distinctly Saturday-night-ish tonight it would help re-set my clock, but nope, Not happening. I'll be here, painting away.
The painting is coming along very nicely, BTW. The last few days I had a kind of mental block and kept not wanting to paint the people, but this morning it was all gone away and I've gotten a good start on the people. Whew. Things were getting sort of critical.
I woke up in the middle of the night with an earache. It hurt every time I swallowed and I kept wanting my mommy to put warm oil in it or bring me a heating pad. I never quite woke up enough to go get the heating pad myself, but the first thing I did this morning-- before breakfast, before feeding the cats-- was look up "earache" on about.com. They recommend putting cold on the ear instead of heat but that sure wasn't what I had in mind in the middle of the night. I took some pseudoephedrine this morning, on the theory that if it's caused by stuffy sinuses, maybe that'd help, and it seemed to. Or maybe that was just the tylenol I took at the same time. Sigh. I wonder if the pseudo-phed will just mask symptoms, though? Aargh.
Why does this stuff always happen on a weekend? I'm getting a sore throat with it, too, so I'm afraid I'm in for an attack of the creeping crud. I need to refresh my memory on the differences between a cold and the flu so I don't bother going to a doctor if they can't really do anything. Worse would be if they give me something just because they think they should. I'm already taking plenty of pills, and I am seriously creeped out by what I've read about the rise in drug-resistant bacteria. I sure don't want to just take antibiotics for no reason.
A good deal of the painting I did yesterday was accomplished with Miranda draped over my lap and left arm. I'm so used to painting with a magnifying glass in my left hand, I was surprised at how much I could get done one-handed. When Carmen decided she needed love and tried to climb into my lap, too, though..... enough was enough. It was time to retreat to bed to dole out a good dose of kitten love before conking out.
Back to the painting table. That's sure to attract a kitten or two.
Today Nia and I did the laundry early, thus guaranteeing that I will be confused all week as to what day it is. We usually do laundry on Sunday, not Saturday, and I fear I have become a creature of habit. If I were doing something distinctly Saturday-night-ish tonight it would help re-set my clock, but nope, Not happening. I'll be here, painting away.
The painting is coming along very nicely, BTW. The last few days I had a kind of mental block and kept not wanting to paint the people, but this morning it was all gone away and I've gotten a good start on the people. Whew. Things were getting sort of critical.
I woke up in the middle of the night with an earache. It hurt every time I swallowed and I kept wanting my mommy to put warm oil in it or bring me a heating pad. I never quite woke up enough to go get the heating pad myself, but the first thing I did this morning-- before breakfast, before feeding the cats-- was look up "earache" on about.com. They recommend putting cold on the ear instead of heat but that sure wasn't what I had in mind in the middle of the night. I took some pseudoephedrine this morning, on the theory that if it's caused by stuffy sinuses, maybe that'd help, and it seemed to. Or maybe that was just the tylenol I took at the same time. Sigh. I wonder if the pseudo-phed will just mask symptoms, though? Aargh.
Why does this stuff always happen on a weekend? I'm getting a sore throat with it, too, so I'm afraid I'm in for an attack of the creeping crud. I need to refresh my memory on the differences between a cold and the flu so I don't bother going to a doctor if they can't really do anything. Worse would be if they give me something just because they think they should. I'm already taking plenty of pills, and I am seriously creeped out by what I've read about the rise in drug-resistant bacteria. I sure don't want to just take antibiotics for no reason.
A good deal of the painting I did yesterday was accomplished with Miranda draped over my lap and left arm. I'm so used to painting with a magnifying glass in my left hand, I was surprised at how much I could get done one-handed. When Carmen decided she needed love and tried to climb into my lap, too, though..... enough was enough. It was time to retreat to bed to dole out a good dose of kitten love before conking out.
Back to the painting table. That's sure to attract a kitten or two.