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Finding Myself Again

It's a bit early for me, but at least I've been sleeping for longer periods of the night. Had to cough at 3AM, which woke J up and once I was comfortable again, J decided it was time to get up and go to work. I suspect he made the first train. Once the bed was empty of all but cats, there wasn't much point in trying to go back to sleep. Just not cozy enough. So here I am.

The bronchitis improves. I can find my lungs again. Still trouble breathing really deeply, but I'll work on that. Today I plan to test my stamina with some serious work around the house and a trash run. With a little xmas shopping thrown in for good measure. It's E's last day of school before winter break. Her aunt should arrive by Friday evening. It's a smaller gathering this year, but it should be a blast. I did a lot of shopping online and by design so I haven't had to fight crowds. And I used mapquest to find stores closer to home, hidden in the depths of shopping center developments (ugh in general). Like finding a closer Bed, Bath & Beyond to buy soap dishes to go with E's homemade soap gifts. Blah, blah.

I also admit that the chicken throwing situation has me bummed. I wish I knew how she was doing it. The chickens seem cool with the situation, except that I haven't let them out in the temporary run in two days. They don't seem to mind that I can't tell them apart well enough to know if the same chicken is getting out every couple of hours and that I don't know how she's getting out. I know how the small cat gets in, on the other hand. She just crawls under the fence and then dashes madly about after a chicken cut from the herd. This is not a good thing (though funny). She's a terror to birds and rodents and if she ever figures out that chickens are the stuff her wet cat food is made of, we won't have any more chickens. She'll take 'em all down. They could take her out, but once they're dashing about they don't seem to have the sense to turn on her.

Meanwhile...three, count 'em three, stories are half-finished. Tsk, tsk. This will never do.

Frog Out

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