waking up

(written 1.3.06, 11am) I did not quite manage to get over my last cold before I caught another one. Apparently all the nasty Irish germs are having a field day with my delicate Alaskan constitution, or something. Unlike the last cold, which only required aspirin, this one actually requires cold medicine, which means I’m a zombie. I can do one thing at a time. I’m actually quite efficient doing one thing at a time, because once I’m doing it I’m completely focused.

The problem here is that I have begun a loaf of bread, and my brain seems to think that that’s the thing I’m doing. In a way, my brain is right, because I have to remember in 30 minutes to go turn the oven on, and in another 35 minutes after that, to go take the bread out. If I get involved in something else there’s a very real possibility I’ll forget to do at least one of those things, which will result in either over-risen bread or burned bread. (OK, truthfully, it takes quite a while to burn bread. Mostly you just get crustier bread. Still.)

Anyway, so I’m doing a little journal entry to get my fingers used to the idea of typing. The good news is I know I can write in this state, because I’ve written parts of various books while stoned on cold medicine, and nobody’s ever said to me, “Excuse me, but were you stoned on cold medicine or something when you wrote this?”

*sage nod*

Ted got a slow cooker for Christmas and has made an enormous pot of turkey soup from the Christmas turkey carcass. Every once in a while my sinuses clear enough for me to get a whiff of it, and mmm it smells good. His poor sick wife requested it, and he was good enough to oblige. I have a good husband. A very good husband, actually; he ran around vacuuming up amazing amounts of dog hair this morning, and brought the first load of laundry down and put it in, and yeah. He’s a good Ted. I’m a lucky Kit.

I’ve read…well. Books 1 and 3 of Karin Traviss’s first trilogy (apparently the 2nd book didn’t get packed), and now I know why Stella says she’ll read anything Karin Traviss writes. Very, very good stuff. I need to find a copy of the second book so I can read it, although the back of the third gave major spoilers for the second (grr) which is why I went ahead and read the 3rd. Bah. Anyway, well worth reading. I hope there’s a sequel trilogy to this one, because wow the unanswered questions. :)

I really want to be able to check my email to see if I’m allowed to talk about the wonderful things I want to talk about yet. We have all gotten Quite Impatient for internet, around here. They’re supposed to come today. I’m not sure any of us entirely believes they will, but we sure hope they do.

Zilli is sleeping in the slow cooker box. He’s been doing that a lot since Ted opened it. He *really* squealed last night when Shaun went and looked at him in the slow cooker box. He *really* did not want Shaun to pick him up. Silly kitty. :) And Chanti is sleeping on the couch. We’ve entirely given up; she’s won. I wouldn’t want to sleep on the hardwood floors, either. I need to get her a bed. Or several. One for the living room, one for the kitchen, and one for the office.

Nrgh. Know that pressure change feeling where it’s like someone took a syringe and stuck it up your nose and out your ear and the drainage is the right half of your brain cavity?

Yeah.

Okay, Catie. 2000 words. Anybody can write 2000 words.

(some time later: i suppose writing “i only need 411 more words” 69 times wouldn’t count…? yeah. thought not.

still no net.)

ytd wordcount: 8,050
miles to Mount Doooooom: 311