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Edward: i'm in need of Christine's infinite patience with spooky animals this morning. Edward slept on the roof just above our deck, i suspect, and he peered over and was willing to eat wet food from my outstretched hand holding the bowl. But i could not get him to come down -- kibble and a bed and water were left on the deck for him.

I wonder if Greycie Loo is too territorial. I've watched her charge at both Mr M & Edward. M will chase her back, but is this why Edward is in exile?

I really wish he'd come in so i could tell Christine so she wouldn't worry a continent away.

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Meanwhile, i'm writing before i read, feeling the pressure of time, but writing first. The work morning should be pretty productive. I then see my primary care physician and i hope that she can recommend a nutritionist who would be willing to work with me on an elimination diet. I'm not expecting that there is a suitable one, and i've a stack of recommendations to go through for someone outside the medical insurance route.

I like having a white board here: i'm stopping to scribble notes to myself.

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I'm not sure why the cedar trees are in pollen production again, but i'm getting pollen.com notices. I forgot the antihistamine last night in my intention to sleep well with Christine gone. I succeeded at that, i felt exhausted and must have fallen asleep rather promptly, but i wish i had a better skill with daily habits.

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It's grey. The eucalyptus which surround our complex have elongated leaves, weeping willow like. They've been mostly still, but begin moving gently again in the morning air, like ripples in a harbor, a gentle bobbing.

Crazy Brain

Crazy Brain, example

When you feel physically not so well; see the doctor for a follow up on some issues; have her cheerfully remind you there is no cure, just maintenance; demonstrate that your lung capacity is just peachy keen; and leave feeling that the not-feeling-so-great must all be in your own head -- despite the cracked and bleeding skin on your elbow and ring finger.

It's *NOT* all in my head, damnit.

Need to start the polling of the nutritionists. But at the moment just feel blue and unmotivated. A colleague's snarky, bitchy comment directed at me (thanks to my sister L for a sanity check that it was an uncalled for remark) doesn't help.

Crime drama time.

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In cat news: i think Mr M is intimidated by Edward, Greycie Loo is intimidated by Mr M, and Edward is intimidated by Greycie Loo. Also, i'm getting Greycie Loo snuggles with Christine out of the house, so i feel a little better about how Greycie Loo lavishes attention on Christine. She does like me! (And i'd lavish attention on Christine, too.)

Speaking of which, Christine has some huge pickup truck and has had an intense day.

Evening Review
Give thanks, share beauty, note joy:
playing with all the cats and getting snuggles, a phone call with my sister where i recounted the triumph of the table

Noteworthy events (dining out, errands, correspondence):
Doctor's appointment: she didn't know anything about food sensitivities, wasn't really able to make a referral to a nutritionist. Not a surprise.

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