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greenstorm) wrote2007-02-20 06:50 am
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Cloud of Probability
It's possible that we'll be moving very, very soon. That would mean I could live with the rats for awhile before I go up to Kelowna, yay! Being parted from them is not good for me at all.
Sunday is at Lizzy's, being bred.
A new little girl, MLR Gaia, is three weeks old right now but will come live with me when she's old enough.
Angel is with Sunday, keeping her company until she needs to go into isolation. If we move soon enough, Sunday could even have her babies at home! *longing*
I am worried that I have some sort of asthma/permanent respiratory damage/something. It could just be some sort of lingering effect from being sick, but the centre of my chest out to below my collarbones tends to feel like someone's sitting on it some of the time, sort of a tight dull pain when I breathe, and my throat is chokey a lot. Step 1 in fixing this is obviously denial.
I am in the cramping stage of my cycle, a couple of days after ovulation and a week or two till blood.
I'm not fond of waiting for things to happen.
I'm not working this weekend, whee-hoo! That means I'll likely be free all Saturday (and packing all the rest of the week, so pfft!). Climbing might be in orfder, I went today and it was really nice. Maybe wandering around Granville Island eating olive bread is in order too, we shall see.
I'm a bundle of neurotic weird lately, between the darkness and the lack of rats and the life uncertainty stuff. I'm having the strongest escapist fantasies, so if I just disappear someday, no worries. I'm just hiding out.
The alarm just went off, time to make breakfast.
Sunday is at Lizzy's, being bred.
A new little girl, MLR Gaia, is three weeks old right now but will come live with me when she's old enough.
Angel is with Sunday, keeping her company until she needs to go into isolation. If we move soon enough, Sunday could even have her babies at home! *longing*
I am worried that I have some sort of asthma/permanent respiratory damage/something. It could just be some sort of lingering effect from being sick, but the centre of my chest out to below my collarbones tends to feel like someone's sitting on it some of the time, sort of a tight dull pain when I breathe, and my throat is chokey a lot. Step 1 in fixing this is obviously denial.
I am in the cramping stage of my cycle, a couple of days after ovulation and a week or two till blood.
I'm not fond of waiting for things to happen.
I'm not working this weekend, whee-hoo! That means I'll likely be free all Saturday (and packing all the rest of the week, so pfft!). Climbing might be in orfder, I went today and it was really nice. Maybe wandering around Granville Island eating olive bread is in order too, we shall see.
I'm a bundle of neurotic weird lately, between the darkness and the lack of rats and the life uncertainty stuff. I'm having the strongest escapist fantasies, so if I just disappear someday, no worries. I'm just hiding out.
The alarm just went off, time to make breakfast.
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