Wednesday, July 30, 2008

"You don't let me grow up very good. You make me into problems and you can't solve them."

Sunday, July 27, 2008

12th wedding anniversary today. Sean's playing Ultimate, I'm waiting to get well. We'll celebrate it later sometime.
Rumour says a bad flu's going round. .25 patients get pneumonia, .5 get depression, .5 flu exhaustion x2. Guess I'm lucky.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Trying bed rest to send this flu away. Space Opera and tisanes vs. freezing, windy weather and herding cats.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Hazel and Iris met their 2nd cousin Abacus of They found her very dear.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Thinking Children by Pam Cubey and Anne Meade is now available, for those interested in schemas or little kids.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

If, when Sean gets home the water is mopped up, the food is eaten and it's all tidy, then he may give you each a chocolate.
'Mummy! Spill! Big big spill!' Mopped up the glass of water and once my pulse is at a resting pace I'll go back to sleep.
Sean at game, gone to bed leaving Hazel cutting fruit for their dessert. Believe all is well.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Hazel has a purple heart; a fawn bit her. It only meant to eat the food in her hand but it was young and a bit clumsy.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

I think I said as many words yesterday as I did in the previous seventeen days. Still waiting to have got better.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Violinists' and pianists' fingers have different numbers. I know my fingers' numbers awkwardly well.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Woohoo! A day with a nap after breakfast and after dinner but no nap needed after lunch!

Monday, July 14, 2008

In Influenza it's always between midnight and four a.m.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

I am proud of my marvelous children, not for their fine feats, but because they are mine to take pride in.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Got up, sat around for a nice chat and kids' half-birthday lunch, got tired, flaked out.
Got up, broke fast, cleared table, emptied dishwasher, dressed, went shakily back to bed.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Lately Iris goes everywhere, even to sleep, with Moab's carry-cage filled with animal toys and smaller boxes. Enveloping.
Still weak and ill, very slowly recovering.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Hazel's joke- What do one and one make? Eleven!Iris's joke- Why did the poo flush the toilet? To get to the other poo!
Lichen on a sunny branch, Hazel and Iris have a high shelf nest. I feel a few years younger and may get up for lunch.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

There seem to be naked mole rats burrowing and scraping a new home behind my nose. They go quiet after I take my medicine.
Will I be like this in old age; quiet, calm, and only willing to read paperback Terry Pratchetts with the witches in them?
It was Hazel, not Iris, who gave me this wax. I have made a cube, a sphere, several fingernails and some tiny cheerios.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Iris has provided me with a small amount of wax, no philosophical breakthroughs yet.
Limp as old celery, coughing up pond scum, but no fever and some parts don't hurt. Time for an optimistic snooze.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

I took an antibiotic this morning and my temperature's come down a degree since. Hope dealing with only the flu might be ok.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

40.4' C or 104.72' F. This may be a personal high-score.
I wish I'd had a 'flu shot.
I've got a strangely impressive fever: 38.6-38.9 (about 102) for the last 12 hours. Everything hurts, my eyes feel peeled.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Feverish. I must've hit the Pyrolite self-clean function by mistake.