No new posts for a few days, but then again I have no visitors. So no one is missing out on nothing, which seems like a good deal considering how reality usually works.
I spent a few days at mu best friend's new house. Braggin' time: we accomplished so much. It was really sweet. We made our to-do lists, crossed things off. My god, what a rush that is. So yeah, she doesn't like stripping wallpaper, I don't like it, and you don't either (if you're sane). But the joy at looking at the unpapered wall -- hard to beat.
Well, you (I'm using the mythical "you" since I'm just talking/typing to myself) don't need an errand and project recap of the last few days. I have a terrible sinus headache, probably because it was a lovely spring day and should be a lovely spring day tomorrow followed by maybe snow tomorrow night. It's one of those headaches that nothing can make a dent -- not otc nsaid, not prescription decongestant, not nasal spray, not lying really still and trying to not inhale too much.
Also I broke a toe. Not actually doing projects. No, I smacked my little toe hard on my friend's grandmother's hope chest. Then a little while later I smacked the same toe hard on the same chest when I had to change out of my nightgown because it had a wet wine patch on the chest. I'd like to say at least that toe bashing was because I was tipsy, but no, there was more wine on the nightgown than in me which was a shame because it was lovely peach moscato. Can I move it? Yes, a very little and only if you really want to hear my full range of scream and inventive cursing. It's all of the pretty bruise colors. There's a bump on the side of the toe, I have very small short stubby stunted toes and, as you would imagine, the little toe is very little indeed. So the bump on the toe, while not terribly large, is, from another pov, about half the size of the toe. Fortunately it's not my first. So ice, elevation, awkward hobbling walk with muttered cursing. The usual.
And the demon cat is pissed because I'm typing while she's trying to sleep on my arms so she's trying to bite my arms while I type so I think we should all just walk away from this and regroup on another day.
I'll leave you with this final deep thought: I think I have use "indeed" in every post so far. This is only my third (or fourth if you count the first one twice), but that's still more often than I've said indeed in conversation in the last three months. Do I like typing "indeed"? Indeed, I do not. I kind of elide over the "n" and have to go back and correct it. So why do I type "indeed"? Why indeed?
Why, indeed, do I type?
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