another warm Monday with a cold
The title about sums it up. As usual, I woke up around 5:00, in spite of 3 temazepam -- it seems I always get up at 5:00, no matter how many I take. I did the Internet-thing -- a little less obsessed with HOT or NOT; today all I did there was to write a note to Linda about the eye surgery/fiasco-thing.
I fixed the last of the sausage & Albertson's store brand pancake mix for Trish's breakfast. Then I called Dr. Boes' office, for the follow-up to the detached-retina thing. They said 4:15, Karen say, "no"; a few minutes later called back with an appointment right here in the City of Invisible. (God, Colleen is dumb. She thought "City of Night" was a "mistake". I don't care that she was shacking up with some bad writing professor. People without high school diplomas shouldn't presume to be literary critics.)
I also called the Clinic about my cold, which has lasted all week. Dr. Nolan was out until next week, but after talking to a couple nurses, I got a Z-pac & some pills, for congestion. I picked them up around noon, when I had a ham sandwich.
I spent much of the afternoon watching the special features on Charlie's Angels #2. Trish got a ride home with Say Bra, so we could go to the bank to cash our checks. Karen caught up with us on the way -- I thought that it was some asshole trying to run us over -- & wrote Trish a check for groceries. We also took out $100 to put on our water bill: Trish had left the faucets running full blast to "keep the pipes from freezing up", so we had a $63 bill. The remainder is credit for next month.
Karen dropped me off at home, leaving Trish to walk home with $35 worth of groceries. Trish cooked supper -- she has to take care of her sweet Pookie Bear when he's sick, even if it is just rewarming leftover sketti. She did some dishes, then we watched our tape we'd made the night before of Battlestar Galactica. When it finished, we watched Episode #3 on HBO.
We still have to address the K. Fantasy with Perky Pam. I know Kim will seduce me, if she keeps coming over while Trish is at work, so the quicker we tell her to go away, the better. I just don't want to devastate her with an acute rejection, whereas Charlene Upstairs thinks "you're ruining my marriage" might mean to her, "if I can just ruin their marriage, I can have Jim." So we'd better have it figured out pretty soon.
Today, I'm taking more time out from writing, in order to try to overcome this damn cold. I left off with a piece about Trish, lustrous lady of a private cosmos. I'd never leave her for another girl.
I fixed the last of the sausage & Albertson's store brand pancake mix for Trish's breakfast. Then I called Dr. Boes' office, for the follow-up to the detached-retina thing. They said 4:15, Karen say, "no"; a few minutes later called back with an appointment right here in the City of Invisible. (God, Colleen is dumb. She thought "City of Night" was a "mistake". I don't care that she was shacking up with some bad writing professor. People without high school diplomas shouldn't presume to be literary critics.)
I also called the Clinic about my cold, which has lasted all week. Dr. Nolan was out until next week, but after talking to a couple nurses, I got a Z-pac & some pills, for congestion. I picked them up around noon, when I had a ham sandwich.
I spent much of the afternoon watching the special features on Charlie's Angels #2. Trish got a ride home with Say Bra, so we could go to the bank to cash our checks. Karen caught up with us on the way -- I thought that it was some asshole trying to run us over -- & wrote Trish a check for groceries. We also took out $100 to put on our water bill: Trish had left the faucets running full blast to "keep the pipes from freezing up", so we had a $63 bill. The remainder is credit for next month.
Karen dropped me off at home, leaving Trish to walk home with $35 worth of groceries. Trish cooked supper -- she has to take care of her sweet Pookie Bear when he's sick, even if it is just rewarming leftover sketti. She did some dishes, then we watched our tape we'd made the night before of Battlestar Galactica. When it finished, we watched Episode #3 on HBO.
We still have to address the K. Fantasy with Perky Pam. I know Kim will seduce me, if she keeps coming over while Trish is at work, so the quicker we tell her to go away, the better. I just don't want to devastate her with an acute rejection, whereas Charlene Upstairs thinks "you're ruining my marriage" might mean to her, "if I can just ruin their marriage, I can have Jim." So we'd better have it figured out pretty soon.
Today, I'm taking more time out from writing, in order to try to overcome this damn cold. I left off with a piece about Trish, lustrous lady of a private cosmos. I'd never leave her for another girl.
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