Boy howdy.
Loving the new house, not so thrilled about all of the work that remains to unpack and get settled. Got a bit knocked off kilter with some news, when the move and the freakin’ world had me already spinning, so it’s all a bit odd.
Perhaps I need a better office chair, since I seem to be in this one about 16+ hours a day and this one is thirty years old and sort of sucks. But I digress…
Lying on the floor by the front door, we have the good luck charms and trinkets on the front door handles, and the really nice chandelier in the foyer.
Sleep would be nice – one leftover from all of the moving the last week is those freakin’ nocturnal leg cramps waking me up every hour. If anyone has a cure or a suggesstion on treatment or prevention, please drop it into the comments. I’ve been bitching about it to my Primary Care Physician for about fifteen years and so far all I’ve gotten is, “You’re getting old.” While true, it’s less than useful.
And somewhere I picked up a cold. Lousy sleep every night for a month, pretty constant pain and discomfort, and hitting the Dayquil every six hours is not a good combination for wrestling with the nature of reality.
That’s how you end up lying on the marble floor by the front door, taking pictures of the ceiling and the chandelier.
I need better drugs. Or better reality. Or both.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 