Took a Tramadol to ease the wingstubs and it knocked me out pretty hard. All woozy now. *wobble* Wouldn’t even be up, except some fuzzy beastie who will remain Hobkin was hungry and would not be fobbed off by my “Mmm wha? It’s not breakfast-time yet . . . skunk, go ‘way. Shoo!” He’s now curled up beside me being all cute and cuddly, so at least I feel appreciated.
The doc decided to up my prescription dose another 20Mg (to 60Mg/day for anyone keeping track). When I tried to beg off any more monthly follow-ups, as I suspected, he said no, but he did agree to put off the next one by two months. Eh, better than nothing. And he did adjust the dosage so there’s a legit. reason for him to want to check-in with me. Thibbity.
fosteronfilm‘s brother will be arriving at Chez Foster this evening. Our house is still deplorably messy despite a flurry of vacuuming, tidying, and miscellaneous scrubbing. Both brothers have August birthdays, so I baked a cake. Think I’ll also bake some beer bread for tonight. Ain’t I just the domestic diva?
Received a 33-day “a good read and I enjoyed its strange originality” bounce from Strange Horizons with a “look forward to your next.”
Also queried Son and Foe about a submission after it passed the 30-day mark, and it seems my story fell through a crack or two and never got read. Happily, thanks to my query, it’s been found and is now being evaluated.
Many thank-you notes I need to pen to Critters folks. Instead, I think I’ll have a nap . . . snzzzzzz.