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I have perked up, even if not perky. My chest doesn't feel as achy but my throat remains incredibly painful. Christine is threatening to take both Mr M and i to the vet. While Mr M is clearly better than he was at Christmas Eve, his digestive system still seems out of sorts. I think i just need more rest. I might work tomorrow but not go in or participate on any calls.
My appetite is pretty low, but i doubt it's enough to make up for the biscotti and cookies and candy consumed on Christmas day.
I've not done laundry, not ridden behind Christine on her new motorcycle, or have gone to seen Sherlock Holmes. We did see a bit of holiday lights.
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Oh, DAGNABBIT. I have just found a stash of "paper work" that is six months old, and it includes a gift check for my birthday as well as other things that make me rather frustrated with that sense of life being overwhelming. BAH.
Meanwhile, i'm doing some reasonable computer housekeeping. Why is the size of my Safari preferences in the scale of tens of megabytes? Do i have that many cookies? Well, i tried cleaning out some cookies but something was wrong and they kept coming back. So i've reset safari: nuked everything. It's probably a good thing to do periodically, but, waaaaahh, i have to log in everywhere now.
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News from Christine: Mr M is severely constipated and they're holding him at the vet for varius treatments. And, apparently he has feline hyperthyroidism which doesn't seem nearly as worrisome as the diabetes GreyBeard had.
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Much later: Mr M had surgery tonight. It seems all is well now: we collect him tomorrow at noon. Edward went out around 4 pm and has not returned this wet and rainy night. Christine keeps going out to look.
My throat continues to hurt like hell and the congestion related symptoms are unpleasant. Christine looks like she's planning to take me to the vet.
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I spent the evening reading submarine war diaries: the reports written that summarized the time at sea including what appear to be transcriptions of the captain's log. Fascinating reading. Found my grandfather had malaria at sea.
My appetite is pretty low, but i doubt it's enough to make up for the biscotti and cookies and candy consumed on Christmas day.
I've not done laundry, not ridden behind Christine on her new motorcycle, or have gone to seen Sherlock Holmes. We did see a bit of holiday lights.
...
Oh, DAGNABBIT. I have just found a stash of "paper work" that is six months old, and it includes a gift check for my birthday as well as other things that make me rather frustrated with that sense of life being overwhelming. BAH.
Meanwhile, i'm doing some reasonable computer housekeeping. Why is the size of my Safari preferences in the scale of tens of megabytes? Do i have that many cookies? Well, i tried cleaning out some cookies but something was wrong and they kept coming back. So i've reset safari: nuked everything. It's probably a good thing to do periodically, but, waaaaahh, i have to log in everywhere now.
...
News from Christine: Mr M is severely constipated and they're holding him at the vet for varius treatments. And, apparently he has feline hyperthyroidism which doesn't seem nearly as worrisome as the diabetes GreyBeard had.
...
Much later: Mr M had surgery tonight. It seems all is well now: we collect him tomorrow at noon. Edward went out around 4 pm and has not returned this wet and rainy night. Christine keeps going out to look.
My throat continues to hurt like hell and the congestion related symptoms are unpleasant. Christine looks like she's planning to take me to the vet.
...
I spent the evening reading submarine war diaries: the reports written that summarized the time at sea including what appear to be transcriptions of the captain's log. Fascinating reading. Found my grandfather had malaria at sea.