Not long got back from a delicious Sunday lunch out with friends, really enjoyed it.
Both myself and Grete are still feeling pretty grotty, Grete’s got the cold full on now, I’m on the tail end.
Don’t feel very creative, only just over 6 hours to go before I need to have written another 1600 words, think I’ll sit in the other room for a bit and try and absorb some ideas from the TV.
Well you never know, it might just work.
This is yesterday’s comic from The Devil’s Panties (hopefully Jennie won’t mind me linking direct, it’s a hotlink to her site, so follow it and check it out).
I know just how you feel Jennie, just how you feel.
I really needed this Friday to turn up. Unfortunately I’m on-call this coming week, but at least the cold is finally beginning to abate. I’m left now with just a stuffed nose and an irregular cough, instead of a streaming nose and a constant cough, which is how it’s been for three days.
My stomach/chest muscles hurt from the coughing, I hate having colds. The wound on my thumb never really hurt, it’s odd. i expected at least some pain, but it’s knit together pretty well and there’s only any soreness if I press it. Had to move the dentist appointment to next week, couldn’t imagine sitting in the dentist chair coughing and trying to keep my mouth open. So, got that fun to come next week, really really not looking forward to it.
D&D tomorrow and lunch with some friends on Sunday should be good, I’m hopeful the coughing will have totally gone by then.
My team leader is on holiday, the other UK team member doesn’t work Mondays. Not much choice today but to work despite the cold and the tooth. We had a long running issue with one of our complex systems on Thursday and Friday. The on-call guy got it in the neck all night Friday and all weekend. So I worked from home today and spent the whole day on calls assisting with problem diagnosis. Until 8:30pm.
I tried calling the dentists to arrange an appointment. I hate medical receptionists. We went to this surgery a few years back (5) so they have us on the books. I needed to explain that, and then explain that I had a damaged tooth and needed an appointment. She was exhasperated and told me I could see my regular dentist on Friday. I asked if she had anything sooner, but she said I had to see my regular dentist. It’s been five years, how regular can my visits to that dentist be.
But no, she can’t deviate, I have to see my regular dentist, he has no free slots until Friday, despite the piece of tooth sitting on a plate in front of me.
So I mumbled something about finding a different local dentists and hung up.
It has been a miserable, miserable day.
felt ok (drunk but ok) when i went to bed, at around 3am i woke up with a streaming nose and a sore throat. looks like while i was drunk, a bunch of cold viruses mugged me overnight and set up shop in my nose.
bastards.
was awake on and off until 6:30am when i just had to get up and check my blood sugar (it was fine) and temperature (it’s a bit low).
not sure when i stopped being drunk, when and if i had a hangover or not.
anyway, cooked a huge fry up for our friends which we had around 10:30am, don’t tell any doctors, but it was delicious.
now we’re all just mooching on a sunday afternoon, and i’m mostly sniffling.
Welcome to Daylight Savings Time. It appears that I was so drunk, I decided to do the dishes before I went to bed, and in the mean time, the clocks went back.
If I was less drunk this would seem more normal but at the moment it seems pretty surreal.
Bed with me.
It’s nearly 2am, and we’ve just spent a really relaxed evening in the company of some really cool friends. We’ve drunk plenty of wine, some of us have drunk some cider and some beer, and we’ve had a couple of decent sized shots of malt whiskey.
I can just about see the screen as I type this, although the room around me is circling in a kind of nefarious manner.
Grete is in bed, our guests are just settling themselves down and once they’ve gone to bed I’ll head up there myself (to my own bed, with Grete, in case that wasn’t obvious).
But I think I’m going to need the bed strapped down so it doesn’t zip out the window or something.
Don’t forget to put your clocks back if you’re in the UK. See you on the other side.
We have friends visiting this weekend, which means that since our house is always tidy and clean, we can just relax and wait for them to arrive in the pristine surroundings of our lovely house.
Or, it means we spend a week frantically tidying, cleaning and washing.
You choose.
Looking forward to spending some time with them both, I should think we’ll mainly stay in and eat and drink, they’re only here overnight. It gave us a good excuse to have a solid go at the computer room (mentioned yesterday). We’ve moved a load of crap off the shelving unit in the room, made space for all my freshly unpacked painting gear (takes up a surprising amount of space), left some room for Grete to store some stuff, thrown away more computer stuff, moved Grete’s spare monitor so she has more desk space, and generally made the place a lot less cramped.
It probably won’t last but it looks pretty good for the time being.
Working and tidying has meant I’ve not had much time to get into any painting and of course I won’t be doing any over the weekend, but I’m sure I’ll get back to it next week. Clocks go back on Sunday morning, gives us another hour in bed (or more likely, another hour awake), but it messes with the internal clocks on the cats. Instead of being hungry at 8am/6pm they’ll be hungry at 7am/5pm and instead of being annoying and waking us up at 5 or 6am to go out, they’ll be trying to do that at 4 or 5am. Usually takes them about a month to get switched over but for that month it’s hell between 5pm and 6pm trying to explain to them that they need to wait for a bit to eat.
I mentioned that to a friend and she commented on her young kids, it hadn’t really dawned on me that kids would pose the same problem on a larger scale, especially when they’re young. You just get them used to getting up and going to bed at a certain time and then the next day, it’s all an hour out. Must be annoying for parents and the kids.
Of course, diabetes doesn’t care about daylight savings either, so for the first few days I have to sort of slowly move my meal times.
And not the kind of skipping that involves one leg, but the kind that involves throwing things away. Since we moved into this house we’ve been in a constant state of throwing stuff away. We just went through the whole dining / computer room and have thrown away a load more stuff. Some recycled, some binned and some we’ll take to the recycling skip centre tomorrow.
Bits of computer and other random technology, stationary, stuff, junk, bits, things, odds and ends.
It’s a never ending stream.
Bacon cobs for breakfast and the worst kind of high-fat stupid stupid food in the evenings.
/sigh