I had one of those really nasty colds--you know, the kind that starts in your head, rummages around in your sinuses (you can't breathe lying down) and then descends into your chest (cough, cough) kicking off a fever and general decrepitude.

When I can't turn on the computer and enter a few measly words into my journal, you know that I've been kidnapped (and am being held for rape or ransom) or that I'm sick (or my RT is).

Goodness gracious, I didn't check my email or *anything*.

The dog was so anxious she ate my personal phone book and password notebook that I keep on my desk. (cardboard and paper--yum!)

Today I'm taking a vacation day so I can take RT to the medical facilities for some sort of appointments or other. I lose track after a while.

When I retire, my new career will be that of chauffeur/maid/cook/nurse. I had better watch "Upstairs, Downstairs" to see how to do it properly deferentially and quietly.

Lunar elipse Saturday night. After I went to bed I had nightmares for the first time in years. Don't tell me lunar eclipses don't have an impact! Maybe that's why the dog ate my notebook.