The Lost Weekend

Not lost because I went on a drunken bender... O no.  Lost because I feel like crap.  Lost because I am coughing up parts of my lungs on a regular basis.  So all the plans I had to get things done around the house, get ready for the imminent arrival of taldragon on 4/9 (yippee!) and just generally do a little Spring cleaning have gone by the wayside.  I do not think I will be moving from this bed for the remainder of the day, except to forage for more tissues.  David has been great about bringing me endless mugs of tea and Aaron made me a nice grilled cheese sandwich.  He's a good son.  

I need to feel better soon.  I can't stay home tomorrow.  My new assistant starts tomorrow and I don't think it would be very nice for me to be out on her first day.  I'm going to take her someplace nice for lunch - nice and expensive. 

Dylan and Thomas have been keeping me entertained with their endless battles for The Patch of Sunshine.  We have a lot of windows up here but there is one, to my left at the front of the house, that has the best patch of sunshine right perfect for sleeping - if you're a cat.  Dylan, who fancies himself THE alpha cat of the house, cannot seem to bear it if Thomas wants to sleep in the sun.  So every time Thomas gets comfortable and closes his eyes, Dylan sneaks up and pounces on him.  Being a cat is an uncertain thing, at least in this house.

I guess next weekend will be a furious flurry of cleaning and organization.  I was hoping to spread it out over 2 weekends but alas, that is not to be.

The Lost Weekend

Not lost because I went on a drunken bender... O no.  Lost because I feel like crap.  Lost because I am coughing up parts of my lungs on a regular basis.  So all the plans I had to get things done around the house, get ready for the imminent arrival of taldragon on 4/9 (yippee!) and just generally do a little Spring cleaning have gone by the wayside.  I do not think I will be moving from this bed for the remainder of the day, except to forage for more tissues.  David has been great about bringing me endless mugs of tea and Aaron made me a nice grilled cheese sandwich.  He's a good son.  

I need to feel better soon.  I can't stay home tomorrow.  My new assistant starts tomorrow and I don't think it would be very nice for me to be out on her first day.  I'm going to take her someplace nice for lunch - nice and expensive. 

Dylan and Thomas have been keeping me entertained with their endless battles for The Patch of Sunshine.  We have a lot of windows up here but there is one, to my left at the front of the house, that has the best patch of sunshine right perfect for sleeping - if you're a cat.  Dylan, who fancies himself THE alpha cat of the house, cannot seem to bear it if Thomas wants to sleep in the sun.  So every time Thomas gets comfortable and closes his eyes, Dylan sneaks up and pounces on him.  Being a cat is an uncertain thing, at least in this house.

I guess next weekend will be a furious flurry of cleaning and organization.  I was hoping to spread it out over 2 weekends but alas, that is not to be.