And the next day...

Well, sleep does help.

It wasn't a great sleep, but it was sleep. That's a good thing.

You know what would also help? If, on top of everything else, I hadn't got this frigging cold. It's bad enough to be mentally exhausted; adding physically exhausted to the mix hasn't exactly been good for the spirits.

As you might have noticed.

Anyway, things are looking less bleak today. Even if I have a headache and can't breathe.

And would like to go back to bed.

Hey, here's a thought. Maybe it is all grey and hopeless after all...

Yeeesss, that's right. I've got nothing so I'm falling back on British sketch comedy yet again. You really should be used to it by now. And while we're at it, let's watch Hugh Laurie being hit on the head, shall we?

Matter of fact, let's see a bit more of that sort of thing.

Hmmm.

Anyone out there wonder why he admits to having neck problems now?

Might have something to do with this, I suppose.

Well, I'm so distracted by now that I can't be bothered remembering if I actually had something to post, so I'll leave you with a bit of non-Laurie British violence. Yes, I know I've posted it before, but I don't care. You just can't get enough fish-slapping, you know.





Going now.

Something. Or not.

The incredible disappearing me is operating on far too little sleep just now.

The incredible disappearing me also didn't feel like leaving her apartment for the last two days. Thus the lack of posting. Not that I would have had much to say anyway.

At what point do you suppose we can legally bring up the D-word and decide that I should be doing something about it? Personally, I vacillate. I have my good days and my not-good days, and this week I had a couple of not-good days.




Yep. That's about the state of affairs.

Not terribly entertaining, but it does have the advantage of being true.

Maybe I'll try for the entertaining part tomorrow. Assuming, of course, that some form of actual, usable sleep managed to happen.

Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it too.

The dog

No, not the photo. It's pointless, as usual.

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There is a dog here (here being at my father's place).

The dog is old, and the dog is not well.

The dog also knows that I'm the first to hear her when she needs something.

The dog got me up at 5 am today. Add that to the dog alarm times I listed in yesterday's post, and you'll notice that I'm not getting a helluva lot of sleep here. I've also been doing far more heavy-dog-lifting than a person of my gimpitude really ever should.

So now the question: how does one convince one's father that it's time to take the dog to the vet and not bring her home again? I mean, I don't want to sound like I want to have the dog put down just so that I can get a bit more sleep, but... there comes a point, right? I know that the dog's insides aren't working properly (pretty obvious any time I take her outside), she doesn't have much of a life since she can't move around very well anymore, she's eleven (and she's a big dog, so eleven counts as a ripe old age), and, frankly, she's a pain in the arse.

That last isn't the biggest reason for putting her to sleep, I know, but it does figure in.

In the end it has to be the father figure's decision, but geez. The decision has to be made.

Or am I totally off-base here?

I might be.

I don't always think well when I'm NOT GETTING MUCH SLEEP.






None of this is helping my cold any, of course. We've now progressed to the coughing-makes-my-head-hurt stage, if anyone was keeping track.

Aaaaand... who's a happy camper today? Obviously not Yours Blatheringly. Ah well. Time to stop typing then, but if anyone has any thoughts on doing away with pets, leave me a comment.

Oh, and just to make things a bit more entertaining: this.

Later, all.

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Edited to add this, because for some reason it started going through my head just now. No idea why, but let's roll with it.

Augh

No reason for the photo. Oh, except that I still haven't taken any new ones.

Not much on the brain today except MUCOUS. Can I take a moment to enlighten the world and inform you all that I hate colds?

I thought I could.

I hate colds. I hate the coughing, I hate the snottiness, I hate the general blahfyness (shut up. Is too a word. For the moment, anyway), and I hate that I get so damned many of the things.

Not that I don't understand why I caught this latest one. Stress? Not the greatest thing for staying healthy.

The stress, by the way, is somewhat abated. At this particular time. Ask me again in an hour and the answer may be different, but right now we're (that'd be me and alllll the voices, of course) managing.

It helps that the dog let me sleep in all the way to 6:30 this morning. That's big. Yesterday it was 4:30, and the day before that was 2:00. In the morning, yes. After that, 6:30 makes it seem like I've slept for 24 hours.

Which I haven't.

My cough would have gotten all snittified if I'd ignored it for that long.

Anyway, I should go grab something or other to eat. Not sure yet what something or other might be since I'm not doing so well on the whole appetite thing (cold + stress = a really stupid diet, by the way), but I should find something that resembles nutrition.




Hey, and this almost resembled an actual post.

Yay me.







Later, all.

Ok, honestly?

Current events in my life just really haven't left me in the mood to blog.

Bet you hadn't noticed.

Anyway, rather than trying to come up with something lame I think I'm going to give things a miss for a day or two. The Toronto office is welcome to take over if she's in the mood... or maybe I'll blog even in spite of not being in the mood. Well see. Just don't read too much into things if I disappear for a little while, that's all.

In the meantime, this. No reason. I was just in the mood.

Er...

I have some things to do. I also (and this pisses me off royally) seem to be either getting another cold or experiencing the resurgence of the one that never quite seemed to go away.

I'll possibly have a real post later, but don't hold your breath.





Blue-faced people scare me.

Post title? What post title?

Why would I have a post title when I don't even have any new photos?

There's not likely going to be much of a post anyway. Ever have something on your mind that you don't particularly want to talk about but it seems like the only thing you have to talk about? That's precisely where I am. What do you do in that situation?

Personally, I'm doing laundry. Or the machine is doing laundry. I'm just in charge of sorting and loading.

Mechanical, no-brain things seem to be the way to go when you've been through the mental ringer. For those in the know, incidentally, I've not had a call... and since that's exactly what I'd expect to have if everything went fine, we're officially sticking with that thought.

For real, even. I'm surprising myself there. The eternal worrier has, possibly, run out of worry.

For a little while, anyway.

Maybe it helps that things are actually happening as opposed to being in limbo, I don't know.




And by this point in the non-blather it'd probably be easier if I just said what was going on. I'm not going to, but it'd probably be easier all right.

Let's wrap up with something approaching amusement, shall we?

Ok, this'll do. I need to go aid the washing machine again.

I have about the same thing to say as she, in Alberta

... and I would like to thank her for the red sweatshirt that is now bobbing around in my head.

Fortunately the Maple tree got decorated a few days ago. UNfortunately that seems to have made it snow. The sky - not the tree. Of course it happened when I wasn't looking so I can only assume it came from the sky and not the tree. The snow, not the decoration.

Should I have checked off "nonsense" under the labels as well, do you think?

Yeh me too. Too late. Awwk! Pretty baubles! Awwk!

Sigh

Got busy with something yesterday and forgot to blog.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway. The past couple of days haven't been so great in the sleep department. I'm always great fun when I'm making even less sense than usual, you know.

Let's just stick with the post title then and leave it at that for now. I need a nap.

Hey...

Straw?

Kind of forgot to blog. Kind of don't have anything to blog about anyway. Kind of should be working. Kind of have an earworm too. Want it?

Here it is.

You're welcome.

I'm going now. I'll leave you to guess where...

I've got nothing

I need to sleep more.

That didn't happen last night. For a few reasons, and none of which are worth blathering about.

You know, I think I'd almost be in a good mood if I had a bit more sleep on board. That's something. Good moods have been hard to come by lately, as you've probably noticed.

Ah well. As the post title says, I've got nothing. I also had nothing on the other blog, but if you're interested to see what search hits have been bringing people there lately, go on and have a look.

All finished?

Well, I was serious when I said I've got nothing. That usually means I'll at least take the time to look up a link to amuse myself/yourselves with, but... ok, fine. Just a moment.

All right. Something a little away from my usual, but they made me laugh. They, yes. There are three in a row, and my personal favourite is the Tears for Fears one. You know, in case you wondered.

Later, all.

You know what?

It's my birthday.

Yep.

Whoop-ti-frigging-do.

No reason for the link, by the way. I just liked the cake.

Anyway. Birthday. The only reason I mention it is because I didn't have anything else in mind to talk about. I don't want to sound like a spoil-sport or anything, but I honestly don't go in much for celebrating birthdays and haven't for years. It's one of those things that I don't really get, as a matter of fact. I didn't actually have a lot of say as to when I was born. It just sort of... was.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that birthdays don't deserve a little recognition. Mothers should be allowed to celebrate birthdays. I mean, they're the ones who put in the work, right? If a mother wants to take a day to remind her offspring that so-and-so many years ago s/he caused her a fair bit of inconvenience (ha! Inconvenience, she says. Can you tell I've never had the "inconvenience" of having a child?), that should be her right. My own mother used to take particular delight in reminding me yearly that I was two weeks late and took my own bloody time in getting around to seeing the world, and good on her. I sure as heck didn't mind the ribbing.

Nowadays, though, I don't really see the point in making a fuss.

I might change my mind next year (and no, I'm not saying why. Wheat knows. Go pester him if you're desperate), but for now a birthday is still just going to be the anniversary of the day I was born.

And for anyone thinking that the prevailing mood of the blog lately has something to do with this non-party funk, I'll just say that it doesn't. This is the way I am about birthdays in general.

No fun, yes.

But at least I don't hate Christmas.

Oh, maybe I'd get more excited about the whole thing if somebody bought me a card.

Or... not.




I think I'm done now.

Whatever

Two days ago I forgot to blog. Yesterday I didn't feel like leaving my apartment. No computer in my apartment; ergo no blogging.

Today I'm just not in the mood.

Honestly? I'm tired because I haven't been sleeping very well, and the eating thing isn't happening as much as it should be either. And why? Worry, mostly. I might have mentioned that I don't deal well with uncertainty, and things have been too much on the uncertain side lately.

I hate that.

Whine whine whine, I know. It just happens to be where my head is at the moment. It's one thing to say that things could be worse (and they definitely could be. I'm not denying that), but when you're in the land of Things Aren't Terribly Great that's plenty.

Makes it hard to blather, too.

Ahhh well.

We'll give it a better go tomorrow.

Maybe.

Or maybe it'll be v.2.0 of who gives a rat's bum, I dunno.

Some of us don't forget

Sorry that my poppy is covered in cat hair. At my father's place nearly everything is covered in cat hair, if that counts as an excuse.

Cat hair or no, the meaning's still there.

I have my own reasons for thinking that this day is important. I hope you have yours, and that even if you're treating it as just another day off you take at least a moment or two to think of all of the people who are commemorated in a simple plastic poppy.

And I also hope that you're as sad as I am to see the Silver Cross Mothers getting younger and younger...

In a perfect world they'd be extinct. I think we should be trying harder to make that happen.

Something something la la la

Ok, honestly? I really don't have anything. Well, I do have an annoying seventies pop song going through my head, but since I don't want to give anyone else that particular earworm (you're welcome) it's not going to make it into the blather.

How about a much less annoying seventies song? Gotta love the wigs, right?

Oh, and Wheat? We totally need one of these for the office.

I sooo have nothing.

Maybe we'll just go with that, then. See you later, everyone.

And that leads to...

I've been reading an introduction to philosophy these past couple of days. Rereading, actually. I kind of like reading philosophy every once in a while, but since I don't have a background in it at all I tend to forget some of the basic history and need a refresher on who was thinking what now and then.

It ain't easy to get those tenets into this short-attention-spanned brain, you know. Especially since, as I read about the great thinkers, this keeps playing over and over again in my head. Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course. It's a nice little tune, and one that I happen to be fond of. It just makes it a bit harder to pay attention to David Hume figuratively ripping the rationalists a new one when my internal voice (well, one of them) is gleefully reminding me that he could outconsume Hegel.

Oh, and if you happen to enjoy the philosophic stylings of M. Python, you might like this as well. I know I do.

Yeah. I'm that deep.

Anyway, this all has nothing much to do with anything except how easily my mind is led astray. Another example? Well, with all the talk of Remembrance Day lately my own personal music station has found itself playing God Save the Queen a bit too much. Except not exactly with those words.

More often with these words, sadly.

I'm such a product of my times.





And... because I took so long looking up the links (and finding others along the way, naturally), I now have no idea if I was going to make a real point with this post. Or non-post, as it turned out to be. I should be able to come up with some sort of a non-pumpkinising point, though. Let's see...

Ok, this'll do. If you've found yourself singing along with either of the musical clips (odd that they both have the Mitch Miller thing going on, really), you might want to stop before your yak snaps.

I'm done now.

Decisions, decisions

I'm facing one at the moment. No, I'm not going to tell you about what.

There's a lot not being said on the blog lately, isn't there?

Anyway, I have a decision to make and I'm not sure yet which way things are going to go.

I hate uncertainty.

I'm such a massive creature of habit. It bugs me even to have a piece of furniture slightly off-kilter in a room, so you can imagine what it's like when my actual life becomes slightly off-kilter.

I'm a poster child for discomfort at the moment.

Ah well.

Looks like this post is going to end pretty much the same way the last post did: a great big pile of nothing.

Ahhhhh well.

What can you do but go with it in the end, right?






Yep. And I'll keep trying to convince myself of that.

Still working on this whole blather thing

I need to work on the photo-taking thing as well. It's been a while since I've gone out with the camera.

Ah well. Nothing like doing a bit of nerdstick cleaning.

Anyway. Mood today is better, but I really don't have much I want to blather about. You might have gathered that my time's been taken up with actual real-life things for a change, and I don't mind telling you that actual real-life things are overrated. I'm looking forward to going back to living in my own personal little world, thank you very much.

I'm also looking forward to going back to living amongst my own stuff.

It's funny, that. I'm not a terribly materialistic person, but when I'm away from my stuff for too long I really start to miss it. My books, my food, my silly little time-wasters... my space, I guess. I mean, there's nothing at all wrong with this space, but it's very definitely not mine.

Not most of it, anyway.

Ah well. It looks like I might be seeing my stuff again soon, and those of my two fans who know what's going on know that the fact that I can honestly contemplate seeing my stuff in the near future is very good news. Especially when the news could have easily been so much worse.

Occasionally I've forgotten just how much worse it could have been.

Odd how the brain does that.





This is all I can muster for blather today. Tomorrow? Well, I'm not promising much, but we'll see how it goes.

Bugger

I was going to post. I really was. Not about what's been going on in my life (that falls under the category of None of Your Business), but about... something. Anything.

Well, something's happened and now I'm too worried/pissed off to think about the blather.

The pissed off outweighs the worried, thank goodness, but they're both there.

Someday I may actually get my life back, you know. It might not be as soon as I'd hoped last night, but someday it'll happen.







Please say it'll happen.

Yep, and another from the trail

While we were out on this walk something occurred to me.

Do you think the vivid and wonderful colours of Autumn are Nature's way of lulling us into thinking the changing of seasons is a good thing?

I mean as I'm walking through the woods or driving down a street and find myself surrounded by these hues of Autumn, it lifts my spirit.

Then *bam!!* A month or six weeks goes by and it's necessary to put on those dollar-store skinny gloves when you next go driving so your hands don't freeze from the steering wheel.

It couldn't be a conspiracy on the part of the universe, do you think?

I'm just sayin'

She's right, you know

I don't get by here nearly as much lately. Life is happening around me. It's got no business doing that, you know. Heaven knows I try to keep it down to a minimum.

Have a bit of what we saw on the trail whilst walking the pups the other day then.

Just as an aside I'm up to here, or wherever, with election coverage first from the Great White North and now the U.S.

But soon there will be new hype to ignore. And on this dreary November day that's about as exciting as it gets.

I should add that the tone of this post was brought to you by the letters B and X and by the chest cold-becoming head cold-becoming infection I seem to have contracted from Alberta.
Does that make it a computer virus then?

And now...

Hey, all.

Just in case you wondered, my personal train's had somewhat of a derailing in the past day. Definitely not in the mood to attempt blathering for now. Things should be ok, really, but it'll take a bit to get the cars back on the track.

See you in a while.