Kringle Aftermath
So far the post-Christmas week has been lazy, for the most part. The husband has the week off, so he and I have done some shopping - hitting up those after-holiday sales - and general mucking about, taking a short break from life, the universe, and everything.
You have no idea how badly I've needed it.
Today's start was a little shaky, though. Sometime in the wee, dark hours of the morning, our smoke detectors went off full blast - sending the cat into a fit of hysterics that didn't really end for hours. Long after the damn alarms were yanked off the ceiling and silenced, the kitty remained a spherical puff of frantic black fur with pupils the size of nickels, yowling forlornly as she wandered the apartment.
No, we don't know what set the things off. There sure as shit wasn't any smoke, shower steam, bug spray, hair spray, cigarettes, or take-your-pick of the usual suspects. And this wasn't the chirp of a low battery, either - it was the full cycle of digital screaming, loud enough to hurt.
Suffice it to say, no one really got back to sleep, and this afternoon we are all sort of dragging. Except for the kitty, who says, "To hell with dragging, I'll just conk out wherever I damn well please, and at length." Now that everything seems back to normal, of course.
(I picked up a change of batteries just to be on the safe side, so we swapped them out and re-installed the alarms. Everything seems to be operating normally, but you can safely bet that the cat gave us a whole lot of stink-eye during the test-beeps.)
Anyway, considering that it's not even 3:00 p.m. and I'm already considering putting my pajamas back on ... we'll probably call it an early night.
You have no idea how badly I've needed it.
Today's start was a little shaky, though. Sometime in the wee, dark hours of the morning, our smoke detectors went off full blast - sending the cat into a fit of hysterics that didn't really end for hours. Long after the damn alarms were yanked off the ceiling and silenced, the kitty remained a spherical puff of frantic black fur with pupils the size of nickels, yowling forlornly as she wandered the apartment.
No, we don't know what set the things off. There sure as shit wasn't any smoke, shower steam, bug spray, hair spray, cigarettes, or take-your-pick of the usual suspects. And this wasn't the chirp of a low battery, either - it was the full cycle of digital screaming, loud enough to hurt.
Suffice it to say, no one really got back to sleep, and this afternoon we are all sort of dragging. Except for the kitty, who says, "To hell with dragging, I'll just conk out wherever I damn well please, and at length." Now that everything seems back to normal, of course.
(I picked up a change of batteries just to be on the safe side, so we swapped them out and re-installed the alarms. Everything seems to be operating normally, but you can safely bet that the cat gave us a whole lot of stink-eye during the test-beeps.)
Anyway, considering that it's not even 3:00 p.m. and I'm already considering putting my pajamas back on ... we'll probably call it an early night.
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BTW I saw a picture of your kitty sitting in your office chair, I THINK that's what it was, on Twitpic. That made me smile, b/c it reminded me of my own kitty. The tabby terror; sometimes it seems like she is, but she looks cute taking over my house too.
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I've been sicker than a dog ever since my first day of vacation and, on the plane ride out, a medical emergency occurred, and I had to help with it b/c the Flight Attendants asked if there was a doctor, nurse or paramedic onboard.
That's a tiny pet peeve of mine that they ask for emergency medical personnel last during an emergency situation. B/c, unless the nurse works in ER (and is a Trauma Nurse) the nurse won't necessarily be more qualified to help than a paramedic.
But it didn't matter this time, b/c I was literally the only help onboard. The Flight Attendants had first aid training at First Responder level, but neither one had ever responded to a real-life emergency and you could tell that they were terrified to make a move.
After that, my cold got worse and I've been in bed since December 24 trying to get better but still taking cold medicine.