On a whim, I purchased a set of felt Christmas ornaments to make. I’ve always found handwork a very settling thing but seemed to have forgotten this in recent years. I’ve finished with most of the beadwork, and may actually get some of the ornaments stitched together and stuffed tomorrow. If they turn out less…
There’s an additional delay with the Socialist’s car. They sent the wrong parts. Why they are only finding out now, the day they said it would be done, is another story entirely. I can’t decide whether or not to shoot the Socialist or myself, or just blow up the body shop.
Helene. Told two years ago she’d never walk again, she got pissed at the doctor who made the pronouncement and decided to prove him wrong. Today’s torture session is proof of just how wrong that blasted doctor was. She’s four foot eleven inches of exuberant energy. She’s very nice, very encouraging, and very demanding. *sigh*…
Went and picked up my note from Dr. Liver attesting to the fact that I was well enough to return to work. This was all my boss said I’d need. NEVER listen to your boss on matters of personnel. I need to get another special form filled out as well, as I found out from…
These cramps are getting annoying. Without warning, my fingers or toes lock up. If it’s my hand, for some reason it’s nearly always the middle finger of my right hand, locked straight and stiff, as though my body were flipping me off. I was trying to read tonight, but holding the book caused me to…
… the tough pay bills, clean kitchen to aseptic operating room standards, purge the refrigerator, file, and wait on-hold with the hospital for 75 minutes. I’d say that was about my life in a nutshell today. Emphasis on the word “nut”. And no, I finally gave up and never did end up talking to anyone…
I think the lack of sleep is finally getting to me. I hit my first totally black depression in a long time last night, after five successive nights of four or less hours sleep. I had been staving it off for a few days, I think, but then last night the Socialist threw a tantrum…
I’ve been listening to a lot of PRI radio these days. I go through phases of it. Eventually I get tired of listening to music radio, especially when none of the recent new releases grab my attention, and I’ll drift over to Terry Gross and Todd Mundt and Marty Moss-Coane. Then the time will come…
It’s 2:14 and I’m not asleep.
I love Celtic music. This song is one of my favorites, and seeing as how it’s October 1st, I’m going to please myself and note the lyrics. The rest of you, feel free to be bored. I’ll try to be more interesting and less maudlin later. Perhaps this lulluby will help me sleep tonight. If…