crucible of ennui

My poncho smells like feet.
So I can be cold. Or I can be warm and smelly.

Yep. She’s sick. In addition to the flu, Cat has some kind of throat infection. The docs gave her 10 days antibiotics, which should knock the hell out of whatever she has since she rarely needs or takes antibiotics. I think the fever may have broke since last night when I went to get her meds at 2 am (omg - 2 am) she didn’t feel warm and was resting comfortably. Woohoo.

So I’m back at work to rest up. Hopefully I can grab a nap a lunchtime.

I’m so glad Glenn is home. It’s hard not having him close when she’s sick. I tend to second guess and wind myself up without having his sounding board available. Now he’s home I can rest my mind for a bit.

Catherine is still sick. Every time the fever reducing meds wear off her fever climbs back up to 102-103. We’re going to the doctor.

I have so much to write about - but I’m exhausted. I have tamales and meatballs, time off and Santa stories, Christmas week and warcraft. All kinds of stuff. But first I’m going to take a breather and rest a few moments before getting my thoughts in order.

1. WWJD
2. Joe’s Crab Shack
3. G-MILF
4. what what
5. Obama ‘08

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” -
Anaïs Nin

Monkeys control a robot arm with thoughts.