Happy Birthday jenjiyana!

Many happy returns of the day! =)

Monday on Wednesday Updatia

I have a very productive cough.

How productive is it, you ask? Why, not only did it manage to wring every last bit of icky, sticky stuff from my bronchial passages by late evening yesterday, but it has been attempting (for the last several days) to get rid of all that other excess icky, sticky stuff - often referred to as "organs" by those who quite obviously have neither seen nor heard a half-way decent pipe organ, because no matter how you polish them up, they don't look near as pretty, and, well, the less said about their sound the better. Anyway, my cough has yet to realize that it's not needed, job is done, contract cancelled, and all that. Kind of like that guy in Office Space, it's sticking around even if it's not getting a paycheck. And it's doing more harm than good. The good news, however, is that the asthma medications are now having some aeffect.

Last night, I actually managed a two hour coughless stretch - not once, but twice! My previous record of one hour was matched repeatedly for the remaining time - I think I only managed to get there once before on Mon-Tue. Everything else for the glorious 4 day weekend is pretty much a haze of coughing, lying down, sitting up to cough some more, drink some water, and repeat; with a handful of rest stops along the way.

Thanks to the patented S'not Good For You diet, I've lost 6 pounds. I did actually eat properly on the first two days - although I can't recall what, except for one snack of tostadas loaded down with Frontera Chipotle salsa. In the past two days I had a handful of pretzels, a delicious apple, 79% of a slice of toast, and a cheeseburger. I'm thinking about eating something later - doesn't really matter what, I'm mostly tasteless (although some might argue that as a pre-existing condition.)

Some things can't be scheduled...

So my neighbor calls the local animal hospital last Friday and says "My dog is dying, can you give her something to keep her out of pain?"

Local animal hospital says: "We can get you in on Tuesday."

Neighbor: "She's dying, she won't be alive on Tuesday, can't we just come by to get a shot?"

Local animal hospital, paraphrased: "No."

Neighbor spends four hours that Friday night with a dying German shepherd, who formerly acted as security detail for their store in Allentown, and lately has been kept entertained by our cats, and she did not go quietly.

Local animal hospital calls Monday night: "An opening came up, we can fit you in tonight..."

Look, Raoul, Stars!

So last night, just before bed, I was walking Justin through a sun salutation - trying to recall exactly what order different moves went in. He touches toes, and he stretches up and back - something we do 12 times a day, three days a week. I start telling him how to go down into the next position, and he goes down. Boom. Lands on his face and nose. Looks like he was punched. Said he got dizzy. Looked like he was goofing off, flopping around like he did when he was a toddler.

So this evening, as I pulled into our neighborhood, I had a coughing fit. Vision went pins-and-needly, white noisish around the edges, leaving a color-shifted oval that got smaller and smaller. Everything seemed to slow down. Not sure if the car actually did or not. Before the car straightened out, vision was back.