Heatwave

Today's High: 100.7 F (38.16 C)

Today's Low: 98.8 F (37.11 C)

Some early morning mental fog, changing to mostly clear-headedness in the afternoon. A nasal pressure system will be in the area throughout the day, along with some asthmatic wheezing, but hopefully that will clear out soon, but at least the nose will be dry and non-drippy.

Forecast: A wave of coughing and a possible recurrance of the fever during the night, but expecting improved conditions in the morning.

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So, this is where I spent most of the day today--curled up on the chair in the dining room window, with Chappy. Okay, it's actually more like a loveseat, but it used to be in my bedroom, and when I bought it, I'd been shopping for a chair, so we've always called it that. It moved downstairs when I got my new, red chair for my room, and is now Chappy's favorite seat. The cushion on the right-hand side is permanently horizontal, for his "perch," and the left-hand side is for Mom or I, when we choose to sit with him. (Actually, I showed you this not too long ago, didn't I?) Anyway, this is where I spent the day--legs under the blanket, shawl around my shoulders, book handy for reading, Chappy to help me feel better . . .

Although, really, Chappy's been very nonchalant about the whole "sick Mommy" thing today. He's spent the entire day with me, of course, and I know he's concerned, but I think he's just a little disgusted that I'm not better already, and able to take him out for a walk. All week long, he's been sniffing at Dad's breath, and now mine, to judge the course of the illness. When I had bronchitis last year, he did this just about every time he came near me, until I was well again. I figure it's some kind of doggie diagnostic thing. Well, today, every time he's sniffed at my breath, he's immediately turned and backed away. I don't think it's because my breath is particularly bad, or anything, or that he's giving up the case ("I'm just a dog, not a miracle worker!"), but it's more like he's just frustrated--he's been spending so much time sitting with me, and worrying about me, I should be better by now, and what's a dog to do? Poor guy. First Dad had his cold, then this . . . whatever it is . . . with me. He's been working really hard trying to get his family healthy again.

And at this moment, I am feeling better. Not well yet--and I won't go into the frustrations again, that I felt fine except for an earache on Tuesday, blah blah blah, you've heard it--but at least better. My eyes aren't nearly as bloodshot or glassy as they were yesterday, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.One day at a time, right? I have no idea what to expect from this since it's not a cold and therefore I don't know how long it should take my system to get rid of whatever's causing all of this? An infection--okay, sure, but what, exactly, does that mean?? (grin)

I did cancel the knitting lesson I was supposed to give today, though . . . realistically, it just wasn't meant to be. It's for a coworker, and I'll reschedule on Monday. (Because, yes, I do plan on going to work on Monday--at least for some of the day. It's a must.)

My sister sent me this clipping from the Pier One catalog, and I thought you'd all appreciate it. The description is "If you could knit your own chair, it might look like this. If you can't, not to worry--we've done it for you with our deliciously nubby hand-woven banana bark chair." Mom and I had actually seen this at the store a month or two ago, and I wished I had taken a picture of it to show you all. How cool, really, is a "knitted" chair, huh?

On the plus side, my copy of Spin Off magazine came today . . . okay, not that I was really in the mood to read the technical articles, but still! And apparently, Amazon has shipped my copy of Stephanie's latest book--can't wait to read that, either.

This just in: Mom's throat is sore. Uh-oh! I think Chappy's hiding under his blanket . . . Let's hope it's just that sympathy-thing. . . .

Comments

[pixie]

oh yay spin off is out? i sub'd to that recently.

[Chris]

That chair is very cool!

Poor Chappy. How can everyone be doing so poorly when he's working so hard to keep you all well?! Y'all better shape up there. ;)

[michele]

Okay...I order you to rest! You poor thing. At least you look comfy in your chair with your pup :) LOVE the knitted chair pic too, thanks for sharing. I hear the Harlot's book was now shipping out from Amazon...I must get it soon. Take care.

[Deb]

I think if I had that cozy of a place to be sick and recuperate, I'd stay sick longer. That little window and chair looks so lovely. Hurry up and get better so you can enjoy that spot even more. Dog slopper kisses and kitty kat licks are being sent your way...

[Helen]

I hope you are feeling better soon!

And yes, that chair is really cool! :)

[Gracie]

I hoep that everyone in your house stays well and you get better soon. Olive lays with me a lot when I'm sleeping off this pregnancy thing, she is a great bed buddy.

[Kerstin]

Wow, I sailed right by that chair in Pier I recently and didn't even realize WHAT it was. Hmmmm, I may need to take a second look. Hope you're feeling better soon, it is not fun being down for the count.

[MeBeth]

I'm amazed at Chappy's diagnostic powers - he should consider starting his own clinic! Hope you're feeling better soon.

[Laurie]

I hope this runs its course soon. I read something recently about diagnostic dogs, but it was for other more serious types of medical conditions. I'll bet he knows by sniff when you want to take him out for a walk again.