Rumors of my death are probably circulating. Don't believe them. I'm not dead, even if I would've wished for it after a week of this creepy crud. Just when you think you're done with it, it circles back and kicks you in the nards. Today, I almost feel human, so fingers crossed. Yesterday, I felt almost human and zipped to the DG for a few things, which laid me out for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, I definitely have to go grocery shopping whether I'm up to it or not.
I've been watching the Olympics... well, watching little bites of the Olympics anyway. Most of the Olympics are behind a pay wall, so I'm only watching short videos that are free. It's not as exciting as usual, because I could already know what happens, but it'll do. I refuse to pay NBC for anything. (Like I already refuse to pay PBS or BBC.) If it ain't free, I guess I'll go without.
Okay, so maybe I'd be willing to pay a subscription if I could find a service that wasn't run by leftist assholes. I was really into getting a BritBox subscription, but then I found out they're owned by BBC, which is run by such loathsome people I can't see sending them even a penny of my money. This, of course, makes me sad, because I was really looking forward to a long stretch of watching Inspector Morse from start to finish, followed by Lewis. Not sad enough to send money to the BBC, of course, but still sad.
Thank goodness for coffee.
Sawyer is being a pain the ass this morning. I guess I should be happy that he's doing this in the morning rather than at night while I'm trying to sleep. I know what his problem is... it's the same problem every morning... He wants to eat. And he doesn't want to eat kibbles. He wants wet food. NOW. Not after 9am which used to be after 10am which used to be noon. I've drawn the line at 9 and no earlier. Meanwhile, Finn is sleeping.
It's been so warm lately, I'm getting the urge to garden. Except I know as soon as I garden, the weather will turn and it'll freeze, killing all my hard work. So I wait.
And that's it for me today. I'm going to wander back to my recliner and veg. Take it easy today, wherever you are. :hugs:
Ugh on the relapse! Feel better soon! And good luck tomorrow with the grocery haul. I was going today but LG needed Drover for a roadtrip. This one-car deal is dragging on. Hope to have news on a vehicle for him soon.
ReplyDeleteI hope we don't get socked by COLD again. Cold is okay. Like 25 or above. Toby ate the stryofoam cover off the outside faucet in the backyard. Not sure Ace Hardware has any left in stock.
LG met the new neighbor. He works the night shift at a local PD. His wife, however, has commented on PITA Pup's late night barking. We are working on that. It's not our favorite thing either. Neither is the early morning, midmorning, noon, midafternoon, or the twilight howl. *sigh* 😮💨
Nothing going on here. Did I mention I'm glad you're still among the breathing? I am. Take care of yourself and Hubs! Later, gator.