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cimoreneThe BB does have a bacterial infection, but the person who was supposed to call us Friday 'didn't for some reason', leaving her symptoms to worsen over the weekend so that she got a second attack of bad symptoms Sunday night after she wasn't supposed to have any more painkillers, keeping us up until the wee hours. She seems okay now, but she's got to take three pills at a time twice a day. Fortunately, the BB is as good as gold and that includes taking pills quite nicely, but she is starting to look askance at proferred treats and at being picked up and held firmly on someone's lap. She definitely doesn't enjoy the pills.
Wax is back at work, which deepens the existential dread. 😩 And a day and a half of dishes is already enough to render the kitchen completely impossible (I lost track of time while drawing yesterday and the day before). I gave up prematurely on the idea of baking before my birthday Monday, because baking in this kitchen is a penance, and asked Wax for a flaky pastry and some chocolate truffles to celebrate it instead. (They had my favorite pecan pastries that day, so that was nice.) (I should just clean the kitchen instead of drawing today, but... I probably don't have the executive function for that. 😔 Why don't we have a handy abbreviation for executive function, anyway?)
Also yesterday, I walked to the pharmacy to pick up the BB's antibiotics and caught the sound looking picturesque (if extremely gray, but that's standard) from the bridge:
Last week's snow, which was picture-postcard perfect, has all melted, obviously, but the grass hasn't all died yet, so it has more a wistful than a morose air. Or maybe that's just me.
Also I'm not entirely clear that 'Draig', dragon, is actually a person's name in Welsh, because while Duolingo sort of treats it like it is it also keeps translating it, which sort of makes it seem like you're just practicing having polite conversations with a dragon whom you're addressing as 'Dragon'. And I really kind of prefer to imagine that, although I do think that 'Dragon' should probably just be a name in every language.
Wax is back at work, which deepens the existential dread. 😩 And a day and a half of dishes is already enough to render the kitchen completely impossible (I lost track of time while drawing yesterday and the day before). I gave up prematurely on the idea of baking before my birthday Monday, because baking in this kitchen is a penance, and asked Wax for a flaky pastry and some chocolate truffles to celebrate it instead. (They had my favorite pecan pastries that day, so that was nice.) (I should just clean the kitchen instead of drawing today, but... I probably don't have the executive function for that. 😔 Why don't we have a handy abbreviation for executive function, anyway?)
Also yesterday, I walked to the pharmacy to pick up the BB's antibiotics and caught the sound looking picturesque (if extremely gray, but that's standard) from the bridge:
Last week's snow, which was picture-postcard perfect, has all melted, obviously, but the grass hasn't all died yet, so it has more a wistful than a morose air. Or maybe that's just me.
Also I'm not entirely clear that 'Draig', dragon, is actually a person's name in Welsh, because while Duolingo sort of treats it like it is it also keeps translating it, which sort of makes it seem like you're just practicing having polite conversations with a dragon whom you're addressing as 'Dragon'. And I really kind of prefer to imagine that, although I do think that 'Dragon' should probably just be a name in every language.
