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Sarah/Katherine ([personal profile] truepenny) wrote2010-09-24 04:28 pm

Day 55: nothing is ever easy for Cerebus

Again last night, taking the Requip seemed to make my RLS go off like a car alarm. I called the doctor's office this morning; the consensus is that I need to bear with it a little longer, so this weekend may be somewhat unpleasant on the meat-puppet front.

Also today, the plumber came. He will be giving us estimates on replacing the bathtub faucet and (FINALLY*) ripping out the superfluous sink in the dressing room. He also very kindly took a look at the furnace's leaky check-valve (since it's distinctly what one might call a water-based problem), but he said he only knows enough about steam heat to get himself in trouble. So I called the furnace people, who sent the repair guy WITHIN THE HOUR. The valve is cracked; the nearest replacement part is in Chicago; furnace repair guy will return, with part, Monday afternoon. We will hope there isn't a dramatic cold snap this weekend while we have house guests. (O house guests, if you are thin-blooded, you may want to bring an extra blanket or something.)

Furthermore, I scheduled my annual gynecological exam (yee-ha), the First Ninja's date with the vet techs now that she's finished her course of antibiotics (once again, [livejournal.com profile] mirrorthaw is a Hero of the Revolution), and check-ups for Catzilla and the Elder Saucepan. (The cats are scheduled for early October; I can't get in until January.)

Then, oddly enough, I took a nap.

From which I awoke to the realization that something in this room smells like a mummy crept in and disintegrated under the bed while I was asleep. Musty and sweetish and unpleasant, and I feel uneasily like there's a John Bellairs novel gearing up around me. So if tomorrow there's nothing left of me but a cracked pair of spectacles, you'll know what happened.

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ETA that "FINALLY" is for slowness on our end, not his.

[identity profile] avierra.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
From which I awoke to the realization that something in this room smells like a mummy crept in and disintegrated under the bed while I was asleep.

Ugh... well, with the cats, perhaps a dead mouse (or other critter)?

[identity profile] pixel39.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If a mummy *did* disintegrate under the bed, you could probably collect the dust and sell it on eBay. Actually, you could probably collect the dust under the bed and sell it on eBay anyway. ;-)

[identity profile] michaeldthomas.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll bring warm jammies and extra blankets. :-)

[identity profile] finnyb.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*squeal*

I love John Bellairs' books!