Murphy Strikes Again   
03:44pm 26/02/2003
mood: sick
music: One Thousand Miles --Benny & Joon
It would only figure that this, whatever it is, would hit me the day before I have no choice but to go back to work. After a month long lay off I can hardly tell them nope, not coming in, I'm sick! So I will have to find a way to stop this nose from being Niagara Falls, my body from aching, my skin from burning and my nerves from freezing, my chest from coughing and my throat from tickling. ARGH...

I opted out of seeing the movie I planned for today, managed to get dinner made,(no one else is going to do it) and a few loads of laundry done. Besides that I lay on my sofa watching Don Juan De Marco and Benny and Joon, drinking hot lemon/honey tea and praying that I can make it through a full day of work tomorrow. Packing my kleenex, tea and throat losenges to take with me.

Nothing like an afternoon of Johnny Depp to make one rest peacefully. Perhaps now I need to watch BLOW--how appropriate is that title right now? lmao
Winter Woes ... Blah   
05:32pm 25/02/2003
mood: crappy
music: Bob Dylan - Biograph
Mind is mush, body achey, freezing and lifeless, nose is running and energy waned. Am I sick with the flu, a cold, sinus or is it something more sinister that has taken refuge in this worn out body? Whatever it is can't seem to make up it's mind if it's coming or going from day to day. It's been driving me crazy for almost 3 weeks now!

Otherwise this was just another day like any other day with nothing more to post that hasn't already been done in my boring blog Transforming. Think I am going to stay with that post tonight and go no further.
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Murphy's Law   
05:40pm 24/02/2003
mood: accomplished
music: Carol King - Tapestry
Perhaps it is because I am Irish that Murphy and his annoying laws have the desire to consistently cross my path. Thus, I was not surprised today by just such events. As large crystalline snowflakes fell from the sky and stuck to the frigid ground exactly 30 minutes prior to my departure for an 11:30 appointment for Adam with Jim, his orthotist. This could have made for larger problems than it did. These visits never take less than 1 hour, most often taking more. The time and the snow left me concerned about meeting my second appointment in timely fashion, which was scheduled for 1:00 and the third scheduled for 3. Thank goodness I had foreseen Murphy's perpetual bane in my life the year I bought my 4 wheel drive vehicle! Though I did a bit of slipping and sliding, I still managed to wreak havoc on poor Murphy's impishness.

It was only this morning that I informed my boss I would be available to work Thursday and Friday of this week and all of next only to find out I will have to change that now too. Jim is going on a trip to Southern California (that dweezil) and will not be returning until Monday of next week which means I will have to skip work Tuesday to take Adam back in for a fitting. And he had the nerve to accuse me of bringing this winter weather back to haunt him! Shit, I told him I had no sympathy and that he ought to take us with him! He was game for that... nice to know you're loved... too bad it's not possible! (crying)

I was only late to the second appointment by 10 minutes, which stands to be a new record, one that bugs my therapist to no end. (I had the foresight to know what we would begin the session discussing!) I don't quite see the point in discussing lateness when the only complaint she has is that it cuts into our time. As if talking about lateness is going to help increase the time we have together! It was a freaking 2 hour session anyway, what's 10 minutes less? Her response, "One hundred minutes instead of one hundred twenty." I'm thinking about $100.00 is the real difference. (eyeroll) Therapists, they are so damn anal, they really ought to take a pill and call themselves in the morning!

By the time of our third appointment, Adam's physical therapy, most of the wet stuff that fell had melted away in the sun or by the salt dropped from the back of the city trucks. So, all's well that end's well. Which is exactly what I can say for the day... it ended well.

Now I just need to get through the dinner, which is cooking now and smelling wonderful and the bed time ritual before I can finally say a day well spent.
Easy like Sunday morning...   
01:43pm 23/02/2003
mood: calm
music: Warren Hill~Love Life
Today has so far been relaxed in comfort. Currently, I have a smooth jazzy musician spinning in my drive, sipping Tazo Chai Tea Latte and meandering around the www while Matt views his 1,000,000,000,000,000,000... episode of Star Trek, Adam plays his 1,000,000,000,000... game of play station and Ryan sleeps upstairs with his new, larger than life, TV spinning our electrical meter into oblivion.

Preparing to wander myself into Grammy bliss tonight. The promise of more than just industry produced talent lacking popstar and boy band groups in the nominated categories has lured me back to viewing. True artists like Norah Jones, who I think is going to sweep tonight, Cheryl Crowe, Sting, Bruce Springstein and others who can both write and play as well as belt out a tune are on the front stage tonight. I'm looking forward to see the reemergence of "real" artists.
12:49pm 21/02/2003
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