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desperanceIt's depressing, how tempting it is to use a blog just for complaining about the vicissitudes of life/the world/health/wealth/other people. How easy it can be to use it for nothing else. I've not been feeling good since yesterday afternoon; not sick exactly, just sooo tired I actually dozed off on the sofa (I am not a napper ordinarily: I dislike going to sleep in the daytime and I hate waking up, so it's kind of contraindicated) and then I let Karen preempt me with a pizza for dinner although we had a guest.
And today... Well. I'm still not sick, exactly - I have no symptoms to offer - but I have no energy either. All I want to do is lie on the sofa and hope not to sleep again. Except that here I am blogging about it, so clearly I wanted to do that too, I had to tell the world I feel rotten. Presumably the eliciting of unphysical sympathy is somehow expected to make me feel better?
But! We will have no repining here. Mac is quite determined. He brought me his catnip mousie. When that failed to cheer me up, he went away and came back with his other catnip mousie. (It is possible that the kind soul who brought the mousies thought "here you are, boys, one each." Hah! All yr mousies r belong to Mac.) In a little while I shall haul my worldweary carcase (quick US poll: carcase, or carcass?) round to Lucky's and buy groceries, when I've figured out what to cook. I have cold pork. What should I cook?
And today... Well. I'm still not sick, exactly - I have no symptoms to offer - but I have no energy either. All I want to do is lie on the sofa and hope not to sleep again. Except that here I am blogging about it, so clearly I wanted to do that too, I had to tell the world I feel rotten. Presumably the eliciting of unphysical sympathy is somehow expected to make me feel better?
But! We will have no repining here. Mac is quite determined. He brought me his catnip mousie. When that failed to cheer me up, he went away and came back with his other catnip mousie. (It is possible that the kind soul who brought the mousies thought "here you are, boys, one each." Hah! All yr mousies r belong to Mac.) In a little while I shall haul my worldweary carcase (quick US poll: carcase, or carcass?) round to Lucky's and buy groceries, when I've figured out what to cook. I have cold pork. What should I cook?