Ted and Shaun packed up and moved 31 boxes of books (and 1 box of figurines) last night. These aren’t small boxes, either. _Gawd_ we have a lot of books. Meanwhile, I sat huddled in the computer room, being utterly useless, because I can’t bend or pick up anything. Well, not utterly useless; I got 500 words written on my O’Leary’s story and Starling and hegemony and I had a good time talking about my two burly, oiled slaveboys hauling boxes of my loot on their well-oiled, rippled backs.
Of course, after a few minutes that devolved into something about chocolate fudge ripple and almond butter, but maybe we better not go there.
*Wow* is it just *pouring* rain out there. Ted doesn’t think we’ll be able to build a fence at all — he thinks the ground’ll be too wet. So I’m thinking maybe we should get a chain-link dog run for the winter, and next spring build a fence.
I’m doing weird things with my mouth when I’m sleeping. I had my tongue pushed really hard against my teeth at one point when I woke up last night. I think it’s because of my back, which is causing other weird mouth problems. My left jaw-hinge becomes more and more painful throughout the day if I’m sitting at my computer desk. I think there’s some kind of feedback pressure system that’s making it hurt. It’s very frustrating, not to mention painful.
Despite the fact that it’s only 8:30, I’m starving. Time for breakfast!