Woke up at 2.
Eddie crying in my room again, but this time he let me pet him for about half an hour.
Could not for the life of me go back to sleep.
Did not want to go to work. So…. tired….
Another commute to work in the drear rain, which magically transmuted to snow on the hill, and they are doing construction and thus diverted us onto a pathway that appeared to be clay mixed with greasy snow. Almost fell four times on the way to work, again, the worst slip causing me to pull muscles. Being diverted into a muck heap almost wrecked my shoes. Complained to the site supervisor that where we were being forced to walk was a safety hazard, you bastard, have a nice day.
Got to work and everybody is asking me why I’m limping. I wish I knew. The last time I limped this much my back crapped out shortly afterward. The pain in the top of my foot is worse when I walk and better when I climb or descend stairs, which makes NO SENSE to me. Why would flexing the foot hurt less? The pain is markedly less when I do not wear footgear, which means I should hie me off and spend more money I don’t have on orthotics. I used to get depressed when I was presented with yet another physical challenge, now I just set my jaw.
In the afternoon, Jeff got me at work and dropped me off at David Lam campus where – I had learned that morning – I was NOT going to get a contact lens fitting from my son but from a total stranger. I stopped off in the campus bookstore and got Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell, and a really cool flashcard book about human anatomy, then went to my appointment and then learned that all the grudgy hopeless feelings melted – all Keith had had to do was say I was his mother, and they swapped things around so that I could get the fitting from him. Got fitted – it was damned thorough – and walked away with saline and two new contact lenses, which fit great and which I wore for about three hours. My eyes are a bit gummy today, but not significantly more than they are in the mornings anyway. As we were commuting back home together I read bits of Homage aloud to Keith and the two of us were killing ourselves laughing, because grim as the subject is (Spanish Civil War), parts of it are screamingly funny.
Then Jeff went to a job interview which went well and he can news about it if he wants to, and then on the way home my cell rang and it was ScaryClown, saying OMG new kitty I’m coming over (reMARkable what getting a new animal does for your social life) as ScaryClown is crazy mad insane for cats and then we watched the 1929 ship around the Horn documentary, with ScaryClown occasionally emitting phrases of stunned appreciation, amusement and awe (JUST as I expected).
Then I cooked pierogies and fed them and then we watched some Robot Chicken including one I hadn’t previously seen, and then I went to bed because I keep having insomnia. Thankfully, not last night. Miss Margot slept with me voluntarily last night (she got up to explore in the night and then came back to bed) and I slept until just before six. So I actually feel like a human being this morning, and my son is showing signs of turning into a professional, and a friend stopped by, and tonight I gotta fetch la Margot to the kitty hospital and get her booster shots.
I hope to go swimming with the folks from Planet Bachelor tonight. I may feel subpar with all these aches and pains, but I still have to exercise and walking is turning out to be problematic. I mean, bus drivers are stopping between stops to pick me up, how often does THAT happen?
Oh, and I fixed my hat so it sits on my head better.
Oh, and Katie called me voluntarily and without asking for money. And she asked me for my opinion about her hair, which is like asking Miss Margot for an interpretive dance on the Berlin Air-lift. I said, “You’re twenty years old and stunningly gorgeous, do your hair however the hell you like!” Now that’s what I call solid parental advice.