Feeling much better.
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swestrupMy sleep schedule is still kinda screwed up, so I only woke up a few minutes ago. I had hoped to sleep longer, so as to twist my hours around, but I'll take what I can get. Anyway, I'm now drinking my second cup of coffee, and the gloom and disaster of yesterday is already a fading memory.
After I posted my last message here in this journal yesterday (well, non counting the LOLcat), things started to go better. The garlic butter went into some cheese+garlic drop biscuits which did the job as comfort food. (I ate something like a dozen of them. I think there's only 2 or 3 left).
After that I went for a long, long night walk in the rain. It wasn't raining too hard, and I had a large umbrella with me. I had planned to just walk around the block a bit, to clear my head, but I ended up walking over to nearby Hemingway park, and sitting in the kids slide for a bit (it has a roof). I decided it would be better to sit in an actual gazebo, so I walked the extra dozen blocks to Centennial Park, which surrounds a man-made lake. There's a gazebo just inside the main entrance, overlooking the lake (although due to the lakeshore rushes and cattails, you can't actually see the lake while sitting in it).
By the time I got there it was 6:00 am, and the park was officially open, although I didn't know that. I imagined that there was some small chance of being kicked out by a cop for being there when it was closed, which I wouldn't normally worry about but it would have fit in with the way my day had been going. It wasn't until I was leaving that it was actually light enough to even see the sign with the official hours on it.
I walked into the park by the main entrance, as I wasn't up for my usual route which would have taken me through a stretch of forest which at that point would have been both pitch black and dripping. I had a small keychain flashlight with me, but it just didn't seem worth the hassle. So, I took the much more open and well-lit route to the path around the lake, which was kinda dark and spooky, but I was only on it for 100 meters before I got to the gazebo.
So, I sat and thought and listened to the rain, and watched the sky slowly light up with the dawn (which I never actually saw because of the heavy clouds), and heard all the ducks waking up and then saw them doing what looked to be some sort of aerial calisthenics to get their blood pumping in the cold of the morning. After I had been there for somewhere around 30 minutes, I had had enough, and I left feeling much better.
By then the city was waking up to rush hour and the streets which had been quiet and empty when I headed to the park were now full of people jogging, walking their dogs, or running for their buses, and the blare of traffic was back. Still, I had had a good hour or two of quiet in the city (which is often hard to come by) and was feeling much better and more than a little tired by the time I got home.
I spent the next few hours doing nothing more strenuous than reading my emails and watching Batman cartoons, until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taxlady got up and we gave sucha her pills. I was just getting ready for bed, when taxlady said they were predicting snow, and we had better put away all the patio furniture, which we did.
After that, I was really tired, so I headed off to bed, and very quickly fell asleep. I woke up with a slight headache and some small amount of nausea. That's not good, but compared to yesterday's pounding headache, its not too bad either. I'm hoping it just goes away after I've had some coffee and breakfast. That's not unheard of with my metabolism.
Then, when I was checking my email, I got two very happy messages. One was from my Mom, who has wired me enough money to replace the power supply, chair and blender, with probably enough left over to buy a box of wine as well to help drown my sorrows. It pretty much goes without saying that I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for my Mom, but I don't think I point out here often enough just how good she is to me and Linda.
The second was an email from an old High School chum. Norman was one of the first friends I made after we moved here to Montreal when I was 13, and we became best friends. He was a preacher's kid (strange trend there. *waves tosps*) and his folks moved away just a couple of years later when his dad switched parishes. We exchanged a couple of letters and cards, but that didn't last. Last I knew he was studying computers, but I have no idea if he went into programming or not. So, now I've gotten a 'hello' email from him, and I guess we'll find out what the other has been up to all these years.
Wow, that turned into a much longer post than I had planned. In any case, I'm now awake, and getting ready to start my day. My second coffee got drunk while I wrote this, so I guess its time to go in search of breakfast. I wonder if those last few biscuits got et while I was asleep?
After I posted my last message here in this journal yesterday (well, non counting the LOLcat), things started to go better. The garlic butter went into some cheese+garlic drop biscuits which did the job as comfort food. (I ate something like a dozen of them. I think there's only 2 or 3 left).
After that I went for a long, long night walk in the rain. It wasn't raining too hard, and I had a large umbrella with me. I had planned to just walk around the block a bit, to clear my head, but I ended up walking over to nearby Hemingway park, and sitting in the kids slide for a bit (it has a roof). I decided it would be better to sit in an actual gazebo, so I walked the extra dozen blocks to Centennial Park, which surrounds a man-made lake. There's a gazebo just inside the main entrance, overlooking the lake (although due to the lakeshore rushes and cattails, you can't actually see the lake while sitting in it).
By the time I got there it was 6:00 am, and the park was officially open, although I didn't know that. I imagined that there was some small chance of being kicked out by a cop for being there when it was closed, which I wouldn't normally worry about but it would have fit in with the way my day had been going. It wasn't until I was leaving that it was actually light enough to even see the sign with the official hours on it.
I walked into the park by the main entrance, as I wasn't up for my usual route which would have taken me through a stretch of forest which at that point would have been both pitch black and dripping. I had a small keychain flashlight with me, but it just didn't seem worth the hassle. So, I took the much more open and well-lit route to the path around the lake, which was kinda dark and spooky, but I was only on it for 100 meters before I got to the gazebo.
So, I sat and thought and listened to the rain, and watched the sky slowly light up with the dawn (which I never actually saw because of the heavy clouds), and heard all the ducks waking up and then saw them doing what looked to be some sort of aerial calisthenics to get their blood pumping in the cold of the morning. After I had been there for somewhere around 30 minutes, I had had enough, and I left feeling much better.
By then the city was waking up to rush hour and the streets which had been quiet and empty when I headed to the park were now full of people jogging, walking their dogs, or running for their buses, and the blare of traffic was back. Still, I had had a good hour or two of quiet in the city (which is often hard to come by) and was feeling much better and more than a little tired by the time I got home.
I spent the next few hours doing nothing more strenuous than reading my emails and watching Batman cartoons, until
taxlady got up and we gave sucha her pills. I was just getting ready for bed, when taxlady said they were predicting snow, and we had better put away all the patio furniture, which we did.After that, I was really tired, so I headed off to bed, and very quickly fell asleep. I woke up with a slight headache and some small amount of nausea. That's not good, but compared to yesterday's pounding headache, its not too bad either. I'm hoping it just goes away after I've had some coffee and breakfast. That's not unheard of with my metabolism.
Then, when I was checking my email, I got two very happy messages. One was from my Mom, who has wired me enough money to replace the power supply, chair and blender, with probably enough left over to buy a box of wine as well to help drown my sorrows. It pretty much goes without saying that I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for my Mom, but I don't think I point out here often enough just how good she is to me and Linda.
The second was an email from an old High School chum. Norman was one of the first friends I made after we moved here to Montreal when I was 13, and we became best friends. He was a preacher's kid (strange trend there. *waves to
sps*) and his folks moved away just a couple of years later when his dad switched parishes. We exchanged a couple of letters and cards, but that didn't last. Last I knew he was studying computers, but I have no idea if he went into programming or not. So, now I've gotten a 'hello' email from him, and I guess we'll find out what the other has been up to all these years.Wow, that turned into a much longer post than I had planned. In any case, I'm now awake, and getting ready to start my day. My second coffee got drunk while I wrote this, so I guess its time to go in search of breakfast. I wonder if those last few biscuits got et while I was asleep?
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Date: 2007-11-16 04:00 pm (UTC)Good luck with your cat. I don't know if you've been using something like it, but I have a pill-deposit thing for cats - basically like a long plastic cylinder that holds a pill, and you slip it into the back of the cat's mouth and drop the pill there. I find it much easier than trying to get the cat to swallow the pill through food/effort...
Good luck!
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Date: 2007-11-16 04:14 pm (UTC)We've now gotten to the point where we can get the cat her pills regularly, although it does take two of us, one to hold her wrapped in a towel, and one to give her the pill.