Damn...

[calime]

...when you discover the dog sneaking catshit to his crate, it is a clear indication that cleaning the litter boxes is overdue. And it seemed like yesterday when I last did it. This is yet another thing I hate about being sick - time goes by as a slow molassy flow when you cock a bleary eye at it, and then when you turn away, it legs it with a speed of light. And leaves you sitting in the bleak future with accumulating load of things-not-done and dirty litterboxes. And dust bunnies. *glares at her disobedient myocardium* *glares at the pouting dog for a good measure*

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[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

I was away and hoped you got better while I was gone - you still sick, and sicker? BAD CALI. *Hugs*.

On the bright side, your post contains the words "cock" and "legs".

[calime]

Um, sorry about that *flops ears*. Not sicker, just..sick. Going to the cardiologist in an hour. I'm getting better, but I guess I'll have to take another week off work, because last Friday went to a meeting (I'd been feeling OK, and it was an important work meeting), did a bit of stuff and that resulted in a very...uncomfortable weekend, with no sleep at night complete with old familiar bouts of arrythmia and tachycardia. It went away come Monday, and I slept the whole Monday. Better again now, but it'd probably be too soon to return to work on Monday.

As to my word usage *grins* - well, just goes to show that no matter what the body is doing, the subconcious never forgets the shiny:)
*hugshard, but not in the crushing way:)*

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

You won't get many replies if the next challenge on hl100 will be "cock" and "legs". Sadly. Oh well. Such is life :)

And, *semi-crushing hugs* - I'll catch you later or tomorrow and you tell me what doc said. I am wishing you all the wellness and goodness, dear, you know that.