I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
Today felt like holding a huge hank of yarn, with the cut ends of everything I’m trying to keep track of/do/take care of or work on/for/with flopping out. So here's a taste:
I woke up really early (for me). No moral fortitude involved, this cold just had me so miserable I couldn’t pull my usual get back into bed and go back to sleep after the bathroom trip.
A day without coffee (I can’t drink coffee when I’m this sick) sucks. It’s not that I don’t like tea - I really do. But I need coffee. [I am not whining. Am not.]
I actually got down to work first thing - cleaned off a pretty good section of my desk.
The Cleveland Plain Dealer (local paper) front page section consisted almost entirely of reprinted AP and NYTimes articles. There was a half-page of information about a local political scandal which the PeeDee’s been flogging - to death. But little else of interest. My subscription ends in October. It’s sad, because I love getting a paper - it was part of my vision of a perfect life, reading the paper every morning. And the NYT online is great, but its just.not.the.same.
When J got up she asked if her mom, and sister and her daughter, could come over - sure. But that meant getting around to moving furniture and hanging the telephone cord (strung from my old office/bedroom to the LR) above small child and taller adult height.
While I was in the shower before my sister’s visit the cat threw up on my bed. Not once, but twice.
Pizza is better with lots of people. I’d say “ditto Oreo cookies”, but it wouldn’t be true. Oreos are good however one (or more) consumes them.
Small children are very funny. My 2 year old grandniece is the center of the universe, and we’d better all know it. “All shall love me and despair!”* My grandnephew was thrilled to have a person nearer to his own size.
I had a great IM conversation with a friend of mine, and tweaked an acquaintance unmercifully. But without being mean, I think. (He’s one of those people who can work himself into a total snit with minimal input from anyone else, so it probably wouldn’t have mattered to him. But I would’ve felt bad about it.)
I was not really a good enough rabbit today to indulge in a couple of pieces of Theo’s dark chocolate with chili. But that’s not going to stop me. I have about a third of Jane Fancher’s new Rings book to read, and books always go better with chocolate.
My father called me tonight and offered me more money to help with my niece. It really worried me. I’m afraid he might be dying. Or that he’s afraid he’s about to die. (My father, despite being very comfortably off, does not give out money. He’s not a mean man, and astoundingly generous in many ways - but money isn’t one of them. Ergo the concern.)
J starts a job tomorrow! And I have to get her there: off to bed.
*If I need to give you an attribution, you should turn in your geek card, right now.