I'm at Kat's. Since her grandson moved out and took his cable modem with him, she's getting a clandestine wireless signal from somewhere around here, otherwise I'd be climbing the walls with no net access
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At least til the water comes back. I'm going to try to get a stand-up fan or two, and BC says he'll help me balance the fan over my bed so I can set it for something other than low speed. Believe me, if I could return sooner, I would. My back is KILLING me. I'm sleeping on a sofa bed in the middle of everything because the guest room is occupied---by Kat's cat.
Which is why I ended up back at home. I'd be offended if I wasn't reminding myself that she's being affected by the chemo, but playing third-fiddle to a cat? At the very least, my feelings are hurt that the cat gets the bed. (Not to mention my neck, my shoulders, my back....)
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