Century Link Internet is down. Again.

 

It’s midnight. Amazon/Alexa stopped playing my music a while ago, so I woke up to ask for a refresh, only to find Alexa unable to serve.  So, then I researched a little, wondering if mighty Amazon had been hacked.

Nope.

It’s just my dopey Century Link Internet again. I wonder how long it will be out this time.  I can’t get anywhere on the ‘Net right now to find out, so I’m writing this blog in Word (my only option as the moment).

 

In Other News…

 

 

My Writing Prowess is Back

 

I wrote something for one of my favorite clients this afternoon. She responded to say, “awwww…. This is wonderful! Thank you!”

Well, the topic was about a wonderful person, so it made for a wonderful piece.

She felt I was the only one (other than herself) who could do it justice, and she had other things on her plate. Said she hated to ask when I’m still on the mend, but I affirmed I’m ready (in short spurts) to get back in the saddle again.

 

I need to write.  I love to write.  It’s a heckuva lot more fun than walking and napping, which are my other two most common activities right now!  I just wanted to be sure my brain was back online enough to do an exceptional job.

I’ve done two writing projects since surgery and both clients were delighted, so I guess I can stop worrying about that and start looking for projects again – if my Internet ever comes back on.  (Good grief, I get tired of losing connection in this here so-called self-proclaimed first world country! )

 

 

Bobby

 

The new kitty, Bobby, jumped up on my midsection this afternoon while I was reclining in the back yard enjoying the warmth of the day — and promptly fell asleep there. He’s settling right in. I still haven’t taken a still picture of him.  I didn’t want to disturb him (or myself) to go get my camera, so I’ll try to remember to bring it with me next time I lounge in the yard again… He’s a real cutie. And he’s subtly pretty, spotted and colored in the unusual way he is.  He’s definitely tabby, but tabby with a distinct difference!

 

My subcutaneous fluids are lessening finally

 

I’m now officially eight days and ten hours or so hours post-surgery, and my subcutaneous fluids are finally lessening.  They were never scarily over-producing, but they were a lot more productive than happened with my chest masculinization surgery. I was beginning to think I’d still be wearing these drains when I have my first post-op visit next Thursday in Seattle. The thought now is that, if I am still wearing them, the output will be low enough that she can remove them while I’m up there.  I can remove them myself, but I’d rather have a pro do it.  (It doesn’t hurt to remove subcutaneous tubes. At least, it never has before!  I don’t expect anything different this time.)

 

 

Weird dreams

 

 Because I’m sleeping so much recently, my brain has been serving up some weird dreams.  I frequently have dreams about being in DeForest Kelley’s neck of the neighborhood and wondering if I should stop by or just pass by and hope he or Carolyn sees me and invites me in.

 

I just awoke from a dream where I was in the Kelleys’ neck of the woods clad only in post-surgery bandages (kinda  like a zombie but one that’s slowly unraveling), posting notices announcing that Mom and Dad decided to move to another area not far from where they lived when we lived in Eatonville.

 

I let myself into someone’s back yard for some reason (a total stranger) only to find myself in a kind of castle-like setting with granite ramparts (walls). I was doing my best to leave as quickly as I could by jumping down from a tall wall when the owner of the place spotted me, opened a door, and came out.

 

The problem was, I had jumped but I hadn’t landed yet. I was instead floating most leisurely in a downward direction, and realized it must be quite the sight, so I assured him, “I’m not flying—I’m just descending…slowly…”   (to what end, assuring him I wasn’t bewitched?!)

 

The gentleman took it all in great stride. He launched into a welcoming dialogue as if he’d known and approved of me (this strange floating specter) forever. I don’t recall the conversation now, but it was a sort of catch-up with all I’d missed since the last time he believed we’d been in contact!  He did seem very familiar to me, but I just couldn’t place him.   He was kindly enough, though, and extremely vocal/verbal. He delighted in chatting with me!

 

(Hey, maybe it was Don Catherwood, now that I think of it… De’s next-door neighbor!)

 

I’m feeling under-clad in unfurling bandages, light as air, and he’s treating me and the situation as if it’s 100% normal!

 

Go figure!

 

Malaysian trumpet snails

 

 Any time I write late at night in my office, I turn on the overhead light before sitting down and find literally 100 or more of the tiniest Malaysian trumpet snails affixed to the glass inside of the aquarium.  As soon as I turn on the light, they drop off and disappear.  I started with eight (just eight) Malaysian trumpets about four months ago and now I wouldn’t be surprised if there are a thousand of them in there. They really know how to procreate!  I need to get them out of there and forego having snails, as I did with the apple snails (I know an aquarium shop that will take them, fortunately!) because too many shells in a tank causes hard water, and my bettas aren’t hard water fish. Everyone else in the tank can handle hard water, but bettas can’t, so I’m pretty much constantly fighting the hard water battle.  I know it’s the snails because I’ve done the research and they are the only newbies added to the tank.

 

Malaysian snails are pretty little things. I just didn’t realize how freaking prolific snails are.  They put rabbits, mice and rats to shame.

 

I guess that’s all the news that fit to print at 1:21 a.m. from this keyboard. Catch ya later. Internet is back up, so I can get my music running again and fall back to sleep. Yay!