Oh, my. It’s fooled around and gotten cold on us again. I feel almost guilty because the northeast is taking such a pounding, and we’re just not even all that cold here. Still, we’re more than cold enough to suit me. Here’s our five day forecast: And for the Celsius crowd. . .We’re having a “blew” norther. Mostly it’s just windy and cold. Again, for perspective, my town is at roughly the same latitude as Casablanca, Morocco — Africa!
I was going to do a blog post sooner, but I got to playing around with a little scenario about three days ago, and the first thing I knew, I had three pages of characters and two chapters. Sometimes I publish little short pieces in my blog. I haven’t published any in this iteration, but there are some here from my blog archives. There used to be a website call Magpie Tales where the lady would post a picture or photograph and we would have to write something inspired by it (Mag Challenge). She went on to other things, so I’ve been challenging myself — although it’s not much of a challenge since I pick pictures that fit things I’m in the mood to write. I have no interest in trying to publish anything; I write because I like doing it. I enjoy the process.
My left knee has been hurting pretty badly. I broke that kneecap in 1991, and had two surgeries on it — one to repair the kneecap, and one to remove the hardware — and I’m sure my current pain has something to do with that. I’ve had rotator cuff surgery on my left shoulder, and I have two pinched nerves at my second cervical vertebra on the left from reinjuring that shoulder trying to lift a 40-pound (18.6 kg) bottle of water onto a dispenser stand. I saw my VA provider (a physician’s assistant/nurse practitioner) (she’s both) when it happened, and saw her again last week because lately both my shoulder and my knee have been hurting so that I was having trouble sleeping. Predictably, my VA PA said, “Lets throw some pills at it and see what happens.” She prescribed me some diclofenac and put me back on gabapentin. I do have to say that both medications are working, for once, and I’ve had a great reduction in my pain, which has immensely helped my ability to sleep.
I had to go out today, and when I reached down to put the key in my car’s ignition, I saw the odometer read 11,444.
I’ve been knitting men’s hats and reading, but haven’t finished anything. I’ve just been like the dormouse at the mad tea party, having difficulty staying awake. Mostly, I just want to crawl into my teapot and hibernate.
I’ve finally figured out why the fat(cat)boy likes to sleep on this one particular spot on the bed, especially when I’m not in it. That’s the precise spot where hot air blows out of the air vent onto the bed. If you want to know what the best seat in the house is, it’s the one the cat’s in. . . .