Not enough sleep; woke up from a very Bugs Bunny -ish
dream and realized I'd need to take it easy today. Might
try to write up the dream later just because it was unusual,
but might not do so 'cause I'm not sure it's quite interesting
enough.
Tomorrow, I (and a handful of other LiveJournal folks) will be
performing with
Thrir Venstri Foetr (Three Left Feet) at the
Fairy Festival
at Spoutwood Farm in Glen Rock, Pennsylvania tomorrow. We'll be
on Frodo's Stage at 15:00 and 17:00 (that's 3PM and 5PM for folks
who really can't stand 24-hour time). Directions and other info
are available at the festival's web site. We had fun last year;
it's a rather nice festival. If you're in central MD or eastern PA
(or even northern VA) and looking for something fun to do in the
lovely weather (last time I checked the forecast
anyhow -- if it's changed I'm not sure I want to know), come on out.
Say hello. Take pictures. Join in on the teaching dances. Watch
lots and lots of cute people wearing fairy wings. I remember that
some of the people I saw last year were extremely cute.
And if anyone happens to slip me a Zyrtec tablet, I won't
tattle. I'll just be grateful to have my eyes and the roof of
my mouth itch less. (*grumble* Pollen.) Benadryl doesn't
do me any good, and most other OTC antihistamines stopped working
for me long ago. Claritin does help a little, not as much as
Zyrtec. Same with Allegra.
I'm not having a very productive day today, but I'm hitting
my email backlog and LJ in brief bursts ... answer a couple of
messages, pet Perrine, lie down, get up, answer a couple of
messages ... Mostly I'm just trying to make sure I'm up for
tomorrow and planning to see how much I can accomplish Monday
(assuming I spend much of Sunday resting). I've got gas in the
car, and I moved the car back to my side of the street before
rush hour and the tow trucks arrived, so the Absolutely Must
Do items have been taken care of (oh, and I fed Perrine and
petted her a lot, which were other Must Do tasks -- just ask
her). I'm a bit annoyed that the street sweeper came by
neither street-cleaning day this week (nor last Friday).
We have to move the cars or get ticketed, but actual cleaning
is iffy. I don't usually mind quite as much, but a dead rat
stinking up the place last week and chicken bones in the gutter
today make me notice a bit more.
When I moved the car, I left the security door open so that
Perrine could look out through the glass of the outer door.
Usually when I come inside, even if she's in heat, she's more
interested in my coming in than any chance of her going out,
but this time she stayed by the door watching things on the street
intently for long enough for me to wander back and see what she
was looking at. My neighbours put their trash out on the wrong
day. Birds were raiding it. Kitty-television.