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Aug. 17th, 2009
Cheese, Meet Whine. Whine, Cheese.
Aug. 17th, 2009 10:06 amI am tired, stiff, aching, and... it's Moon Day.
I could stop right there, and it suffice as an accurate description.
Tired because my sleep got interrupted three times, Herself coughing. We are pretty sure at this point is is a side-effect of a treatment program for hypertension. She's on the treatment because her BP was up a bit, after getting the Levy County Fair going a couple years back and coping with a few other things on that count. Mind you, it's down now though we are not sure is that due to the treatment program, or because she backed off from the Levy County Fair Association responsibilities. At any rate, dry, strong coughing. Wakee wakee. Not hurt, also not helped by a Houdini nose when I did wake up. It's OK Houdini. MrsBoss is not dying any faster than normal.
Stiff and aching because we continued the housecleaning on Saturday, which in my case involved using the vacuum cleaner to hoover a couple ceilings of accumulated cobwebs. We are not arachnophobic on teh Ranch. We like our spiders, we do; Herself simply prefers that they all be Outdoor Spiders. Some parts of teh House are not as frequently attended to as others when the business of hoovering comes up. Ceilings are one of those.
So coupled with hauling accumulating trash out (not enough for another Dump Run yet) and holding Foofergun wands over my head and fooferguns themselves in my hands... stiff. Achy.
Sunday morning after Rounds, cleaned up some bones which are for a few different art/crafts projects. Most of this work is done by other local denizens of teh Ranch, ants, beetles, maggots, etc. Comes a point, though, that the bones themselves then need cleaning before mold, fungus, mildew and such start their part of breaking the bone down to component parts. Tendon is the last to go; tough to remove without marring bone if one tries too soon. There's more cleanup to do, this is simply the start. Bought some brushes and such later in the day.
Sunday afternoon, road trip with Herself to Sam's Club in Ocala. Houdini wasn't happy, he was told to wait outside on his line while we were gone, and seemed quite sure the Sky Grumblers would find him vulnerable and alone. We got home before that happened. He expressed relief and gratitude by politely ignoring the kitteh kibble bowls inside House. Mostly.
Looking for one of my RAMstick thumb-drives yesterday evening, couldn't find it. Still couldn't this morning in a last minute sweep on the way out. Thought, perhaps I'd left it at work. Um, no, proves not to be the case. Not to worry, gentle reader, thinking back through the sequence of events I recall I plugged it into Herself's computer on Friday to print some things for her. I do not recall unplugging it, so I expect I know where it is. Will check with her in a bit, as she's likely out making Morning Rounds now.
And that's the Whine of the Day for you.
Oh, and Good Thoughts for a couple folk I know either/or both face to face here on LJ, for things going on in their lives. Just, yanno, keep them good thoughts for them.
I could stop right there, and it suffice as an accurate description.
Tired because my sleep got interrupted three times, Herself coughing. We are pretty sure at this point is is a side-effect of a treatment program for hypertension. She's on the treatment because her BP was up a bit, after getting the Levy County Fair going a couple years back and coping with a few other things on that count. Mind you, it's down now though we are not sure is that due to the treatment program, or because she backed off from the Levy County Fair Association responsibilities. At any rate, dry, strong coughing. Wakee wakee. Not hurt, also not helped by a Houdini nose when I did wake up. It's OK Houdini. MrsBoss is not dying any faster than normal.
Stiff and aching because we continued the housecleaning on Saturday, which in my case involved using the vacuum cleaner to hoover a couple ceilings of accumulated cobwebs. We are not arachnophobic on teh Ranch. We like our spiders, we do; Herself simply prefers that they all be Outdoor Spiders. Some parts of teh House are not as frequently attended to as others when the business of hoovering comes up. Ceilings are one of those.
So coupled with hauling accumulating trash out (not enough for another Dump Run yet) and holding Foofergun wands over my head and fooferguns themselves in my hands... stiff. Achy.
Sunday morning after Rounds, cleaned up some bones which are for a few different art/crafts projects. Most of this work is done by other local denizens of teh Ranch, ants, beetles, maggots, etc. Comes a point, though, that the bones themselves then need cleaning before mold, fungus, mildew and such start their part of breaking the bone down to component parts. Tendon is the last to go; tough to remove without marring bone if one tries too soon. There's more cleanup to do, this is simply the start. Bought some brushes and such later in the day.
Sunday afternoon, road trip with Herself to Sam's Club in Ocala. Houdini wasn't happy, he was told to wait outside on his line while we were gone, and seemed quite sure the Sky Grumblers would find him vulnerable and alone. We got home before that happened. He expressed relief and gratitude by politely ignoring the kitteh kibble bowls inside House. Mostly.
Looking for one of my RAMstick thumb-drives yesterday evening, couldn't find it. Still couldn't this morning in a last minute sweep on the way out. Thought, perhaps I'd left it at work. Um, no, proves not to be the case. Not to worry, gentle reader, thinking back through the sequence of events I recall I plugged it into Herself's computer on Friday to print some things for her. I do not recall unplugging it, so I expect I know where it is. Will check with her in a bit, as she's likely out making Morning Rounds now.
And that's the Whine of the Day for you.
Oh, and Good Thoughts for a couple folk I know either/or both face to face here on LJ, for things going on in their lives. Just, yanno, keep them good thoughts for them.
