Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

... now deep enough, that when I replace a bucket after emptying it, it floats out of position.

I've decided that the situation on the third floor looks more like a really icky kiddie-pool than a lake.

Wooden shoes feel funny on stairs. (I'm not used to wearing them indoors.) They're nifty at first, then nifty a while longer, then nifty some more, and then you step in a place deeper than the height of the side wall of the shoe and water is inside and they're just a wee bit less nifty. (But on the whole much drier than my feet would've been otherwise anyhow.)

No siphon yet. Can't find the hose I thought I had.

The clouds are doing this dramatic glowering effect and rushing across the sky like they're late to an important meeting where somebody gets fired. I think the sky is mocking me.

And a UPS driver just rang my doorbell and provided the answer to a question I'd been wondering about for a while. The answer is "four".

I probably do need sleep, and for my toes to feel as though there's hope that they may someday feel warm again, if I can think that the sky is mocking me.

But it is nonetheless, a fairly sarcastic sky.

Perrine has been extra-clingy today, since I got home. I wonder whether she knows I'm freaking out. But she did find a moment to strike a sleeping pose evoking an "Oh! Ded of teh cyuute" reaction at one point.

Aha! I finally found the missing grey pouch of quarters! So I can get prescriptions [re]filled on Monday whether I make it to Pirate Feast or not! (I'd rather go than not go, regardless.) If my back settles down enough and I get a second wind, I could even go get the NSAID prescription tonight. (The ones I need to refill are at the pharmacy at the nearby clinic, which closed for the weekend half an hour ago. But I could fill the new one at Rite Aid. In the unlikely event that I manage to muster the energy to tromp out there with frosty toes after the afternoon I've had and not enough sleep.)

The question was, "How many glucometers does one diabetic person need when various entities are jockeying for financial advantage?"

I'll explain the background later. Probably.

Tai-urd. Not just ti'rd; all-out two-full-syllables tired. Must check that fancypants radio-detecting-and-ranging thingumabob to see whether this 'weather event' is finally over. (Oh great, now I've gone and given myself the mental image of a "weather event promoter", pasting up fliers and passing out handbills for the next storm, making sure the local radio stations have blocks of tickets to the blizzard to give away in contests, and so on. As if the "math drill" mental image a day or two ago wasn't silly enough.) I wonder how long after the preciptation stops preciptating it will take for the precipitation that permeated the premises to stop percolating.

I'm not sure I even want to know whether this came out coherent. Probably more entertaining if it's almost coherent, I dunno. Maybe if the writing is collimated but not in phase ... would collimated text be the kind that's justified on both margins? Too much brown rain has fallen on my head. I want another shower. I wonder how much rain made it all the way through the living room and into the basement. No, I don't really wonder. I kindasorta wonder, but I don't want to go look and find out the answer. Afraid of finding out the enlarger is right under the name server.

Please excuse typo of 'cortosone' for 'cortisone' in previous transmission. Will repair later.