Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A Day in the Life

Well, not much happening here today.

I got a crappy night's sleep because it was so cold and I had 30 pounds of cat on me (they were cold too). Scott refuses to put the big comforter on the bed, so I just pile extra blankets on to no avail. I slept in a wee ball in the upper left quarter of the bed. So very sleepy.

Work was crazy busy today, no time to read read blogs or ponder future posts. Do these people have no respect for my personal time - oh wait...

One week till I visit my beloved city by the bay, not sure what to pack, or when I'm going to do it. But the Stalker Clock says 7 days, 4 hours, 46 minutes and 59 seconds - and I'm very excited about that! And I'm trying to figure out how and when I'll be able to post - since my sister has planned every minute of my time.

Dad called and the biopsy results are back, he's at the lowest level of rejection - which is great news. Of course his immune system is in the toilet, and he's not feeling great - but he's on the mend and that's all that counts.

Sorry for the crappy laundry list of a post - the dang NaBloPoMo. I'll do better tomorrow - I swear.

Current Music: no music, watching Brothers and Sisters - in constant need of Tivo space, of course that could be because I Tivo more shows than any one human should really watch.

3 comments:

Just Laura said...

Ahhhh... next week is when you leave. I'm glad to hear about your Dad's test results.

Why don't you put the big comforter on the bed anyway. You obviously need it - Scott can fold it over if he doesn't need it. Kind of opposite of Jerry and I, he's always cold, I'm always way too warm.

I hope you sleep better tonight. Get some good rest.

Scoobers said...

good to hear about your dad's results and i hope he starts to feel better soon. it's no fun living in a 'bubble' either.

this is going to sound funny, but i sleep with a heating pad by my feet. :)

Anais said...

Yeah, get out the comforter. I also suggest a hot water bottle, either near your feet or hugged against your stomach. Ahhhh.

 
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