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My day so far
1. The alarm was supposed to go off at 4:50. It did not.
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timprov, miserably awake due to his sleep disorders, knocked on the door to wake markgritter and me a bit after that, or Mark would have missed his plane. Mark dashed for the shower. I threw on jeans. The dog cried: why were all her monkeys running around and turning lights on in the middle of the night? Why? (Cue Robin: "Stupid monkeys!"*)
3. Mark was the last person to check in on his flight, but he made it.
4. Last I heard, he was stuck in Denver waiting for his flight to San Francisco to be allowed to leave. SFO is stupid.
5. By the time I got home, there was no way I was going back to sleep.
6. Timprov had finally gotten to sleep, so I didn't get a chance to talk with him.
7. Ista, when I got her up at the usual time, was confused and clingy and kept looking where the Mark was supposed to be, but I had carelessly mislaid him. I suspect that being the dog's alpha female reinforces my own notions that I Should Be Able To Fix Things. This is not entirely positive.
8. She refused breakfast entirely.
9. I finished reading Ordinary Jack -- rereading, really, but for the first time in 15 years -- and was reading The Life of the World to Come. My eyes started to droop. I put down the book and put my head down on the couch for a nap.
10. Delighted, the puppy -- formerly sleeping, sleeping for most of the time since -- came to dance a joyful tarantella on my head and gleefully lick my ear.
11. I picked up both head and book again, in time to watch the dog vomit on the rug.
12. Twice.
13. I took her outside. She drank some water. She is now sleeping again. I am not, and will not likely be.
14. We are nearly out of milk. If I do nothing else today, I must get milk. I may well do nothing else today. It is not the least likely prediction a human ever made. I don't want to go get milk (shower, crate dog, drive car, pick up other things While I'm There, deal with strangers, drive car, deal with hyper formerly crated dog -- blerg), but I want to not have milk from today into tomorrow until I take Ista to the groomer even less, so there you have that.
15. I think the numbers are because I'm tired enough that I need thingers. You know, thingers. To make things go sensibly. Whatever the word is. Sensifiers is clearly not it, but I could use a sensifier right about now. Yah.
*I may have gotten myself in a bit of trouble. I was telling Ista stories at dinner and was conveying some of her reactions as "Stupid monkeys!" And Roo found it hilarious and started repeating it, giggling to himself. I hope his parents don't hate me by now.
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timprov, miserably awake due to his sleep disorders, knocked on the door to wake markgritter and me a bit after that, or Mark would have missed his plane. Mark dashed for the shower. I threw on jeans. The dog cried: why were all her monkeys running around and turning lights on in the middle of the night? Why? (Cue Robin: "Stupid monkeys!"*)3. Mark was the last person to check in on his flight, but he made it.
4. Last I heard, he was stuck in Denver waiting for his flight to San Francisco to be allowed to leave. SFO is stupid.
5. By the time I got home, there was no way I was going back to sleep.
6. Timprov had finally gotten to sleep, so I didn't get a chance to talk with him.
7. Ista, when I got her up at the usual time, was confused and clingy and kept looking where the Mark was supposed to be, but I had carelessly mislaid him. I suspect that being the dog's alpha female reinforces my own notions that I Should Be Able To Fix Things. This is not entirely positive.
8. She refused breakfast entirely.
9. I finished reading Ordinary Jack -- rereading, really, but for the first time in 15 years -- and was reading The Life of the World to Come. My eyes started to droop. I put down the book and put my head down on the couch for a nap.
10. Delighted, the puppy -- formerly sleeping, sleeping for most of the time since -- came to dance a joyful tarantella on my head and gleefully lick my ear.
11. I picked up both head and book again, in time to watch the dog vomit on the rug.
12. Twice.
13. I took her outside. She drank some water. She is now sleeping again. I am not, and will not likely be.
14. We are nearly out of milk. If I do nothing else today, I must get milk. I may well do nothing else today. It is not the least likely prediction a human ever made. I don't want to go get milk (shower, crate dog, drive car, pick up other things While I'm There, deal with strangers, drive car, deal with hyper formerly crated dog -- blerg), but I want to not have milk from today into tomorrow until I take Ista to the groomer even less, so there you have that.
15. I think the numbers are because I'm tired enough that I need thingers. You know, thingers. To make things go sensibly. Whatever the word is. Sensifiers is clearly not it, but I could use a sensifier right about now. Yah.
*I may have gotten myself in a bit of trouble. I was telling Ista stories at dinner and was conveying some of her reactions as "Stupid monkeys!" And Roo found it hilarious and started repeating it, giggling to himself. I hope his parents don't hate me by now.
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He's not flying United is he?
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*hugs*
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Lists are soothing, numbered or otherwise.
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I'm stranded at O'Hare as I wrote this, for example.
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