Wee Hours

Went to bed early tonight, even by my standards. But even going to bed at 8:00 p.m. wasn’t going to save me – the pain in my side had me well awake and up at midnight. I attempted to pretend I could get back to sleep for another forty-five minutes, but when it became obvious my tossing and turning were only going to wake the Socialist up without putting me to sleep, I bowed to the inevitable and got up to play on the computer.

The kitten is never very far away from me right now. The moment I left the bedroom, she was on my heels. And she’s been sleeping in my lap now for over an hour. She’s become uncomfortably warm to hold, but I haven’t the heart to dump nine pounds of very loyal fur-covered Play-do on the floor. Loyalty should be rewarded, and so she keeps full possession of my lap.

Friday was a day devoted to errands and irritants. My place of employment sent my disability papers Certified Mail to my address when I was hospitalized. Apparently it never occurred to them that, if I were hospitalized, there would be nobody who could sign for the mail. [Insert Homer Simpson “D’uh” here.] To further worsen matters, my doctor has gone on vacation for a week, so he now won’t be around to complete the physician’s portion of the disability application. I drove over fifteen miles to hand deliver the paperwork to his office to discover that one.

My prescriptions are thowing the local pharmacy for a loop as well. I did warn them (with a grin) that they may as well get used to it, since I’d be coming in for this stuff on a fairly regular basis for a while. I’ve just moved to the neighborhood, and already the Pharmacist and I are on a first name basis. I’m not sure what that means, but it probably isn’t good.

The Socialist got his car back today from the shop. There are still a few things that need to be attended to on it, but it really does look as good as new. He seems pleased to have it back, and I know I’m pleased that this signals the end of his mouring period over the accident. Monday he takes it to have the windows tinted. I’m not sure what the point of window tinting is, but evidently everybody has it done in California, and this is a custom he’s brought with him from the Far West.

Being of the firm philosophy that when the going gets tough, the Tough go shopping, I did stop off at the furniture store where I bought that wonderful coffee table on my trip homeward today. I want small table and chair set for the kitchen that doesn’t make it look like I’m opening a branch of Starbucks. Surely enough, I found several things I liked (that I didn’t price out). If I have the energy, I may drag the Socialist over there tomorrow though. If I’m doomed to spend time cooped up in the apartment, then it’s going to be comfortable time. And there is nothing quite so cozy as tea and English muffins with orange marmalade over the morning paper in the kitchen.

My dreams are small, but at least they’re mine.