Well, dear readers, the dog has departed, and I think as soon as we can air out the home environment, things will improve, allergy-wise and every other wise-wise. I must say, Sophie ended up liking me. For the first time ever, she came over to me and licked/kissed my hand and gave me her paw. She was picked up at ten to eight, and then I got rid of all the sheets and towels she’d been laying on on the couch like so much fish. She never actually touched the couch in any way, as we had it covered to within and inch of its life. It was rainy all day, which, of course, only exacerbated the allergies. Again, I have no idea if I had a cold or Covid or if it was just ten straight days of allergy attacks, but today was probably the worst in terms of coughing and nose blowing – which is usually what happens at the end, at least that’s the hope. I was very clogged up, nose-wise, but I just too the allergy pill and the Mucinex-D so hopefully those will help in terms of sleeping. The relentless coughing really played havoc with my voice. Thankfully, I’ve gotten good sleep since Monday, with lots of naps. Today, I wasn’t feeling tired at all so no naps. I was up at nine after nine hours of sleep, Sophie was so ready to pee and she did that in record time, then we came right back in, and I gave her meal one. I answered e-mails, then at lunch time ordered two tacos from my local Mexican jernt. Those arrived and were very good but not all that filling. I only got the tacos – no rice, no beans. I think I’ve settled on the book, and I wrote a few paragraphs and I think it will be fun to write – non-fiction. Glad that’s settled. Dog walk happened for business two, which also happened quickly. Then it was meal two and I made myself some bow tie pasta with butter and cheese. It was good and I didn’t overdo the amount of pasta. Then I did some stuff on the computer, and then the departure of the dog happened. Then I had a telephonic conversation, but my voice was so awful, plus the coughing, that we both thought it best to talk another time. Starting today, there’ll be more to write about, for sure.
Today, I have to be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty. Not happy about that, but the house really needs to be cleaned. I’m not sure what I’ll do about breakfast. I may go somewhere and get something to eat in the car, although I suppose I can be masked and just unmask for eating. It really depends on how I feel when I wake up. I’ll stop at the mail place and see if anything is there, but mostly I want to get back home as soon as possible. I’ll monitor how I feel all day and evening and if the news is good, I still may try to do the Do if, for example, I’m feeling all better by Friday. I still don’t have any tests, though. If I’m not feeling up to it, I’ll send a mass e-mail and reschedule it for the first of January for those who can make it. Otherwise, I’ll try to write five or six pages of the new book, just so I’m on my way. It will be somewhat modular, so I’m not concerned about the form yet – I’ll see how it’s coming out and then decide on the form. Then, at long last, I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll decide one way or the other about the Do, I’ll try to get back to the project with David Wechter, although I suspect we really won’t get back to it until right after the New Year. Mostly I’ll relax and rest. I’m hoping by Saturday all this gunk is out of me for good and I can at least have a healthy Christmas. And then it’s the final week of 2023. Boy, has this year flown by, like a gazelle with a lobotomy.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-fifteen. I’ll have a light breakfast, pick up whatever’s at the mail place, and then come home to a clean house, hopeful sans any traces of the dog. I’ll write a bit, and then I can watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could be gifted anything you want for Christmas, what would it be? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, restful in the knowledge that the dog has departed.