Champagne and Socks

I’m not quite sure what happened. I had a good day at work yesterday – mostly out in the field doing some site visits and then a farewell afternoon tea for a workmate. I ran an errand for C on the way home (he negotiated my 1 hour roundtrip on the way home to pick up a game he had on preorder in exchange for completing a list of household chores. I knew he’d do his side of the bargain so I did the trip. And avoided popping into one of several stores to buy something nice “just to have” – you know, like candles or whatever. I just moved house and discovered how often I must do that.) and then I had a good evening. I caught up on some TPP tasks. Watched some Doctor Who and went to bed.

And then … it seems the puppy has appointed himself C’s 5.08 am alarm. It’s uh, starting to really annoy C. The puppy doesn’t seem to think *I* need to be up, just C. And he licks him and sits on his head til C gets up. And then after C heads off to work, the puppy gets back into bed with me and goes to sleep. And he didn’t do this for the two weeks C was away.

And this morning when this all went on, I woke up to a really searing pain in my stomach. I sorta dozed through it for a couple of hours but by 7.30 it was pretty unbearable and I couldn’t lie in any position without pain. I got up to see if it was Crohn’s and then I got the trusty hotpack. I soon realised moving was impossible and driving out of the question. And I had the wooziness you get when in extreme pain. So I called in sick and then lolled about in bed for two hours watching Doctor Who and contemplated actually being too sick to find the sick day useful.

So I spent the day on the couch with a doona and a hotpack and the rain outside. And I inhaled basically one whole season of Haven. And on and off I got a few other things done but the pain came and went in waves. Still not really sure where it came from and what it was. Still, I fell in love with the show Haven and I was kinda glad to have something to keep me company on a sick day.

I also started my (annual) comeback for Last Short Story. I spent some time updating the spreadsheet. I read about 50 stories. Not too much to report home about. I’m going to be quite strict this year and not read stuff I know I won’t like just to speed through it and rack up my read tally. I just wanna read the really great stuff of the year – that’s the stuff I want to aim to be publishing amongst. See how I go.