Another year: Day the Eighty third
Hey! I've got a great idea. You know what we should do? We should skip doing an entry every second day for a while, like, right nowish because it's way to damned late. Oops. I guess I blew it because (technically) this is an entry if only just barely. Still, there you have it. It's to late for me to think of ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Eighty second
Let me give you a good piece of advice. If you've just recently passed through a bit of physical hardship that ends up with after-effects similar to the flu (the whole exhaustion and aches and pains deal) try to fight down the urge to do useful stuff just because the timing is good. You see yesterday I was ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Eightieth
Well, that was unpleasant. So there was this song back when I was a kid that talked about the 'condition my condition was in'. Yesterday my condition reared its ugly head at a relatively inopportune time and I got to go through some of the more extreme aspects of the condition. Without getting into gory details let's ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Seventy eighth
Bella, the Queen of all she surveys was carried in her litter to the third floor where she was given the choice of sleeping with the rest of the 'girls' or using gravity to help her down to any of the floors beneath her. As you might imagine she was deeply traumatised by being borne up three floors by only one ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Seventy seventh

The weather was warm (plus three!).

The chickens had their living space cleaned.

The day drifted by.

Time to go to bed.

Another year: Day the Seventy sixth
So the really annoying thing is when the forecast warmth that they prognosticated isn't going to happen until, like, midnight. This ends up taking the wind out of the plan to toss the somewhat stir-crazy felines out into the world for a few hours. Just in the last hour or so did it creep up to zero and before ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Seventy fifth
It looks like it's going to be a very good thing that the temperatures this weekend are expected to shoot up to near (and above) zero. The problem is the coldish weather has put a pretty serious cramp in the wandering about activities of the cats and this is leading to a certain degree of pissy, just-slightly- ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Seventy fourth


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Another year: Day the Seventy third
So...a hazard of insomnia? It doesn't exactly lead to very good Journal entries. At least that is the feeling I'm getting as I stare at the blank page for a good long while hoping something will jump into my brain just for the very purpose. I wise Journal-making type guy would have a bunch of pictures as a back- ( Read more... )

Another year: Day the Seventy second

I suspect that my eyes are trying to tell me something important. Mainly it's about how the feeling that I have sand paper in them is an indication that it's be a good idea if I closed them for a while (like eight or nine hours).

I think I'm gonna go do that m'kay?