early ayem babbling

foggy this morning.

foggy yesterday morning.

warm enough yesterday I was able to take my bra-less sock-less sweatshirted self across the parking lot into the grocery store, wishing (especially inside the store, why do they keep it so cold in there?) I had on more clothes, but I survived the ordeal, anyway.

woke up at 6:30 today, 5:30 yesterday, and 4AM the day before that. Lately, once I'm awake I can't get back to sleep. Didn't use to be this way.

This morning th'Mr's coughing woke me, yesterday Roadie beating on the bedroom window to get in did it --cats are so smart, they know that's where we'll be that time of day-- and the day before yesterday Sapphire doing the hairball cough in the living room got me out of bed.

It's not all bad, gives me some uninterrupted internet time --we're still on dialup till I get his web site moved from the earthlink server onto the GoDaddy space I paid for lo these many months ago-- yet it would be even better if I could squeeze in a little more sleep now and then.

Got to sleep no earlier than 1 this morning, after watching a pretty cool movie: Interstate 60, which had all sorts of big-name actors but apparently never made it to the box office. I [HEART] netflix!

Monday an iron skillet slid off the stove door and onto my toes. Lucky for me it was my smallest iron skillet; the largest would probably have removed my foot. As it was, I yelled and sat on the kitchen floor and rocked back & forth holding my foot, but in a few minutes it had eased enough I forgot about it. I'm pretty forgetful these days, have I mentioned that?

Yesterday evening it started hurting again, and the left side of my left foot is a little bit bigger and a lot shinier than the rest of that foot, or the other. Still hurts. I don't think anything's broken --but how would I know? I've never broken a bone. Am I sure about that? Hmmm-- but it still bothers me.

I injected those few paragraphs because my toes still hurt. Now, where was I?

I was waking up, that's it.