Thus concludes another broadcast day.

Anyone here old enough to remember hearing those words every night? Raise your hands. Uh-huh, I thought so.

Another wasted day on my part. Sleep, sleep, sleep. I fell asleep at the kitchen table while I was typing on my laptop. Dar on the other hand was hella busy all day. The vet and two of his students came over and corralled little Sparky in order to take a biopsy of his eye. Poor Sparkster. While he was sedated, Dar got a vaccination into him and microchipped him, too. I did manage to haul my sorry butt out there to offer moral support to his mom, Conchita. I may be projecting, but I do think that she appreciated it. Especially when I turned on the hose and gave her and the other guys a nice long shower.

Really, the day disappeared. I had no idea of what time it was. None. Very disorienting.

I will not be showing any my pics at the fair tomorrow, because I never got them together in time. I suck.

Haven't started King Lear yet, either. The concentration just wasn't there. Hopefully tomorrow. Someone asked why Carol and I argued about Lear so often. (Sorry, I can't remember who. I suck again.) It was mostly that she had sympathy for Lear, and I thought that he got everything that he deserved. I had no patience for him at all. "I am a man more sinned against than sinning" was always a good jumping-off point for us to get into it :) She saw Lear as an aging fool coming almost too late to his humanity; I saw him as a running-dog imperialist pig who got what he had coming to him. And don't even get me started on Cordelia! Ah, the good old days. Heh.

I got a call from a physical rehab center telling me that they had an appointment open tomorrow if I wanted it. Ubba what the hey? With Dar's help I remembered that way the hell back in April when I first went to see my ::snort:: doctor and we thought everything could be chalked up to arthritis in my hip, I went on a waiting list for physical therapy. And here they were. I decided against it because well, I don't have arthritis in my hip. I also don't know what would be appropriate and what would be potentially harmful if I don't have a good diagnosis of what the hell is going on with me. So, back I go on the waiting list. I expect to hear from them again some time in '08. Perhaps. Let's not rush things.

And just to clarify, I do not have any sort of diagnosis for any type of cancer. That's just me working out the worst case scenarios in my mind. It's not out of the question that I have cancer, but it's hardly a sure thing, either. I work through potential bad news by wrassling with it, chewing on it, dragging it around my imagination for a while until its ratty and ragged and my scent is all over it - and then I can let it go. It's just my way of dealing. Sorry for the confusion.

So last night's thunderstorm was bust. Lots of light and noise, but no rain. Apparently we get to try it again tonight. More severed thunderstorm warnings are up for our area, but this time with tornadoes. Oooooooh. Actually, that's no joke, and i'm no fan of the big whirling clouds of noise and destruction. The good news such as it is is that this area doesn't get strong tornadoes like you get in parts of the States. Here they'll rip the roof off a house and cause loads of wind and tree damage, but there's not the insane devastation and loss of life as there is in Tornado Alley. Still, we worry about the alpacas and the kittens and all of the critters on two legs and four that are stuck out in the elements on nights like this. I hope it passes us by. Except for the rain. We reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaallllllllly need the rain.

What? I can't hear you over the thunder!

And yet, I'm the only one awake. These people will sleep through the Apocalypse. Which might actually be going on right now.

I kid. It's a big storm but so far not a Holy Shit storm. Although some of that lightining is looking pretty Wow! Yeah. Like that one there. Yikes.

Moving on. I should be dead to the world. I am the shark in Jaws where they just keep loading him up with barrels and he's still moving. That would be I. I think it's because the morphine is about to wear off. I'll hold off on taking anything else until the storm passes and I don't have to worry about springing into action. Cuz right now, not so much with the springing.

I've been keeping myself awake by research papillary renal cell carcinoma. You know, those mysterious cysts that have shown up in my kidney. The ones that appear for three reasons: genetic mutation rearing its cancerous head in childhood; serious misuse of aspirin and/or other NSAIDS (haven't taken any in well over four years), or cancer. Now maybe there's a fourth reason that they're keeping under wraps: maybe its aliens or I really am an unwitting avatar from ancient Atlantis. Maybe I had a crappy radiologist when the test was initially done. I'll be happy to go with that one. Still . . . worrisome. And for me, worrisome rises from its mouldy crypt to whisper in my oh-so-receptive ear every night around 11PM - and then I'm up for another hour at least trying to prove him wrong. Not that it's always that outcome. Sometimes he wins. Tonight, for example. The storm is a welcome intervention.

And now it's passing. Not all that bad, really. I was hoping for that torrential rain, but I didn't hear much of it; mostly it was light and noise. How depressing.

I shall go blow out all the candles (Laura). And hopefully get some sleep.

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Oh crap. We have a big ass thunderstorm barrelling down on us: high winds, torrential rain, and the possibility of large damaging hail. Here we go again. I've been around lighting candles. Uh, not in a prayerful way, for light in case we lose power :) Although now that it's hit our hose, prayer won't be a bad thing. The cats are freaking. I'm worried about the alpacas and the kittens. The TV just died. Signing off.