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I know that it isn't really true, but I do feel as though I've spent the whole day asleep. I woke up around 9AM, and I was truly surprised that it was as late as it was. I got to sleep at a decent hour (for me), and I figured I'd be awake by 8 at the latest. Uh, no.
Dar and I did our usual spate of errands during the morning: went to the mill and the bank, hit a few stores for odds and ends. It only took about two hours, but it wore me out apparently because two hours later I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I blame the weather for part of it. Dar said that it was a lovely early morning, but the afternoon became cold and windy and rainy.
Both of the barn cats were outside (at their request), but I got Jane back inside before I fell asleep for the afternoon. Mirabelle preferred to stay curled up in her blanket in the shed, but a little while later Dar heard her mewing at the doorway on the deck, so she let the old girl in to get warm and comfy. Wise cat :) For all that she's been an outside cat for all of her life, she does enjoy being around people. She was curled up on the recliner in the living room for a good part of the evening, just hanging out with Mark watching TV.
And speaking of the cats and Mark, he seems to have found a home for Jane. Yay! It's a friend of the family who just adopted Morse/Maalu. I guess he was so taken with our kitties that he wants one of his own. Hurrah!
And while I'm on the good news, I have two more appointments for medical tests. I have the cookie swallow on Wednesday, and my MRI on Friday. Hopefully on Friday. Possibly on Tuesday, but I'm hoping for Friday. My rheumatologist will be back from vacation this week, too, so the neurologist can finally confer with him about additional blood work. I'm very excited about all of this, because these are the sorts of things that have to at least narrow the field considerably if not come up with an absolute diagnosis. And then . . . treatment. And who knows? In another few months I may be out there wrangling alpacas again, and reading books again, and not being fatigued unto death for the vast portion of every day. A girl can dream :)
I enjoyed TAR very much last night, and I'm pleased as hell that those obnoxious idiots came in last. Stop beating up on the donkeys, you . . . jackasses! If I were that donky, I would have kicked the shit out of both of them just on general prinicples. Of course I'm rooting for the lesbian ministers. Love those two!
And wow, The Wire is back on! Cool! Gotta go.
Dar and I did our usual spate of errands during the morning: went to the mill and the bank, hit a few stores for odds and ends. It only took about two hours, but it wore me out apparently because two hours later I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I blame the weather for part of it. Dar said that it was a lovely early morning, but the afternoon became cold and windy and rainy.
Both of the barn cats were outside (at their request), but I got Jane back inside before I fell asleep for the afternoon. Mirabelle preferred to stay curled up in her blanket in the shed, but a little while later Dar heard her mewing at the doorway on the deck, so she let the old girl in to get warm and comfy. Wise cat :) For all that she's been an outside cat for all of her life, she does enjoy being around people. She was curled up on the recliner in the living room for a good part of the evening, just hanging out with Mark watching TV.
And speaking of the cats and Mark, he seems to have found a home for Jane. Yay! It's a friend of the family who just adopted Morse/Maalu. I guess he was so taken with our kitties that he wants one of his own. Hurrah!
And while I'm on the good news, I have two more appointments for medical tests. I have the cookie swallow on Wednesday, and my MRI on Friday. Hopefully on Friday. Possibly on Tuesday, but I'm hoping for Friday. My rheumatologist will be back from vacation this week, too, so the neurologist can finally confer with him about additional blood work. I'm very excited about all of this, because these are the sorts of things that have to at least narrow the field considerably if not come up with an absolute diagnosis. And then . . . treatment. And who knows? In another few months I may be out there wrangling alpacas again, and reading books again, and not being fatigued unto death for the vast portion of every day. A girl can dream :)
I enjoyed TAR very much last night, and I'm pleased as hell that those obnoxious idiots came in last. Stop beating up on the donkeys, you . . . jackasses! If I were that donky, I would have kicked the shit out of both of them just on general prinicples. Of course I'm rooting for the lesbian ministers. Love those two!
And wow, The Wire is back on! Cool! Gotta go.
