Author: Allegra

Getting more bloodwork today, including getting my thyroid checked again.

Ultrasound grossly normal.

I’m extremely itchy.

Had a shingles vaccination yesterday too, that was almost $250.

Off to the Doc this morning to get my test results and try to figure out what is going on.

Paul apparently dinged up his car which is probably why I haven’t heard from him so far this week. Heard from Mike on Tuesday but I couldn’t raise him when I called him back.

This thing in my mouth is not getting better. I haven’t heard back from the doc, and no wonder, there’s probably nothing to see in the ultrasound. But I’ve been cross checking symptoms, and on Dave’s advice I looked up shingles.

You can have mild symptoms for months before a rash and an outbreak. I DO NOT WANT SHINGLES IN MY FUCKING FACE. I am calling the doc today.

so I think about a novel where one of the Sixer kids wanders the globe killing billionaires and look what turns up in my feed – I already wrote the scene as her climbing onto a billionaire’s yacht to smother him with a pillow.

This will be an angry, angry novel.

I was supposed to go to a spit (Dunnett gathering) today but I’m not feeling up to dealing with Sunday transit and I don’t want to drive. Ah, depression. It’s like a really well behaved crush injury.

and with all that I still managed to do a load of laundry, run dishes, write a thousand words and start working on the new Alex video for the folks.

I just feel crappy

is currently throwing toilet paper rolls down the basement stairs and life is ok.

I set up the ironing board so Alex can race Lightning McQueen and Sally down it and he insisted I make a chequered flag.

Now the toilet paper rolls are a very fussy tunnel full of cars.

Got the Hermit for my day sign.

Should be every day.

Barge fire on the Fraser / Sto:lo – southern sky black with toxic smoke.

so one of the things about having invented a 200+ cast of named characters (mostly siblings) is that I can have all kinds of stories based on the interests and proclivities of the children

one of them decides to be an assassin

a volunteer assassin

of billionaires

set a few years from now

feeling blah but continuing

Well, I managed to temporarily kill the washer this morning, and Jeff pulled it out of the cooker. I’m headed downstairs now to sort out the last of the grunge before he pushes the washer back into place. The bathmat barfed up all its backing into the filter.

TWAS RILLY GROSS PIPPLE

Guess I should wash the rags that got put down the floor when about two gallons barfed out of the washer.

What would I do without Jeff? Apart from having really shitty internet I’d have the landlord on speed dial.

Oh my god that concrete floor which I just washed was massively disgusting, and I rendered numbers of spiders temporarily sans-abri.

Alex came by yesterday after we went for a walk down at the Quay… Keith came with but checked out early to catch the Pride Parade for an hour or so.

Alex played kazoo, jumped on the bed, played with his toys on the deck and played Xenon very hard for about half an hour. It was all quite delightful. I also managed to learn how to format a USB drive since Katie wanted the last of s13 of STooopernatural and for the life of me I couldn’t get a tiny file onto a reasonably large memory stick and she suggested reformatting it if cleaning the files off wasn’t good enough. I was absolutely NOT wanting to bug Jeff about it since he has work of his own and I am perfectly able to look stuff up on google without spavining myself.

cause Katie didn’t call me for breakfast but that probably means she slept in and that is good

Had a lot of trouble sleeping, probably because I napped so much.

I wrote, but not on proper projects (I’m even working on a quarter century old romance novel, what the hell).

SO HOT. hot as lava.

We’re going to a morning matinee today and then I’m taking Jeff to lunch.

Alex’s tweet yesterday had me drooling

Picnic spread: potato salad, momofuku eggs, balsamic tomato basil salad, corn chips, salsa, guacamole, veggies and dip, cured meats, cheeses, baguette, crackers, and a selection of fresh fruit. Now to carry it all to the beach!

So it was me, Darwin, Alex, Katie, Keith, Paul and Jeff.

We ate and talked and I noodled on Otto and Rowena.

Weather was fricking outstanding, hot and clear with a breeze, and Alex found us a nice shady tree to sit beneath.

THAT TOMATO BASIL SALAD gave me LIFE.

Jeff and I are seriously thinking of making a little movie about our trip downtown because JESUS CHRIST EVERY MORON WITH A DRIVER’S LICENCE AND AN EXPENSIVE VEHICLE BLOCKED OUR WAY sometimes repeatedly.

There was a pole in front of the sign as we were driving home from the family picnic yesterday evening, so brO sounded it out as Cheese Evangelical Church instead of Chinese Evangelical Church and candidly we all know Cheese Evangelists.