Half

Rather unwell this past week and change, from the temporary capping of the tooth and sequele, from the wild mood swings of the weather, from whatever dust or pollen has blown in from the west, or an idle virus with nothing much better to do. So, I've written little, with much halfassedry, just to keep my mind from seizing up completely. Damn all for comments on any other sites.

Wound up with a short day, and a promise kept today. Slipped into the staff access to the library booksale, with a surgeon I work with (that I like, and respect) and D, who does have a badge and permission after all. As Dr. W walked down the hall to our place, I opened the door so she had some idea how far, and Moby wandered out. Now, usually, someone walking up the hall would cause him to freeze and retreat hastily. This time he gazed interestedly, then rubbed his chin on the corner as she approached. Didn't quite let her pet him, but even that much was a wow.

Found an old Paddington I'd not seen before. I could do with a small bear story.

We walked home in the icy rain, or the rainy snow. Got quite unpleasant about halfway, mostly because we were dressed for April, not February. Both of us thought to wear more, and forgot at the last moment. It's been raining heavily for the last 24 hours, snow mixed in great deal of that. Rather like a houseguest that started out fine, but as the months have worn on, and it still is hogging the couch, one simply wants it to go away. But some years are just like that, and there is nothing to be done.

Stopped to look at a rain jacket I'd seen, didn't like it on second look. Found the grass to plant this summer that Moby adores. Brought it home, and he was instantly demanding we put it down and stop messing about. One mug tea, one mug cocoa later, and we are all warm and dry, with a grassful cat.

It is pleasant to have a half day on a Friday of a week with but fitful comforts.

pluviose
adj. rainy (Via Futility Closet)