Day 55: nothing is ever easy for Cerebus

[truepenny]

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, 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.

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[michaeldthomas.livejournal.com]

We'll bring warm jammies and extra blankets. :-)