At least I ended the day with all my teeth basically intact

I think I'm on a 48 hour schedule with Lyme.  I feel bad starting in the evening, feel bad for about two days, then I feel good on the third evening.  Feel good for about two days, then feel bad on the third evening.

Today would be the start of the bad two days.  Unfortunately, the timetable leads me to believe that I will feel fine this Saturday morning, and crappy Saturday evening.  Guess when I'm having people over?

Things that went wrong today:

1)  Didn't finish straightening up before the maid service got to the house, so I was running around, stepping over their gear.  Then, due to fluster-ment, I..
2)  Left my cellphone home.  Discovered that I have an extremely strong addiction to it.  Got all twitchy as I kept reaching for it and then remembering it wasn't there.
3)  Ate a Lara bar and it pulled out my stupid crown.  It was last recemented in January, as it turns out.  The dentist was able to fit me in right away.  That was nice.  He says that since it's come out twice in the last year, we need to redo the crown.  They're checking to make sure insurance will cover the procedure, and then I have to go in and have my tooth stub whittled down more.  Yay.
4)  Picked up a late lunch, and as I started eating it I began to have fever and chills.  And ickiness.  However the lunch was good.
5)  I telecommuted the rest of the day, so I missed the surprise visit from the building manager.  He wanted to tell me that once again I've been volunteered to be a Fire Warden.  I did that for fifteen damn years in the last building, and for what?  No remuneration, that's for sure.  Not much in the way of thanks.  And whenever we had fire drills, the Incident Commanders were assholes to me.  I will be bringing up all these points to the building manager when we meet later this week.

Good things that happened today:

1) Worked on implementing Operation Get Cats in Carriers.  I divided dinner into two parts.  All of the kibble was placed at the backs of the three cat carriers so that the cats had to go into them to eat.  I did that once at three and once at five.
2)  Was proven correct and did not gloat (except here).
3)  JD made a tasty dinner.  The garlic and cilantro naan was the best part.
4)  Found a nice listing of a bunch of long distance hiking trails in the United States.  I've been looking for just such a thing.  Unfortunately a bunch of them aren't fully completed, but it's a good starting point.
5)  Worked out a good option for my next hike with DeLee in a couple of weeks, stupid spirochetes permitting.
6)  And determined that my co-worker isn't leaving town for the winter holidays so I am free to schedule Christmas with my folks as I please.  Next, looking up plane flights.

It hasn't happened yet, but I am hoping for some kitty snuggle time and some recreational netflixing this evening.  Life in the fast lane.

Pondering icing the person who threw my dog a bone

Last night I fell asleep to the dulcet tinkle of sleet against the windows.  I hoped that it would be just icy enough to cancel work, but not icy enough to cause power outages. 

I got the second part.

JD climbed back into bed and went to sleep, so I thought the weather must be pretty bad.  And I totally fell for it.  My sleepy brain said "JD not at work = I can sleep in."  As far as I can tell THIS IS NEVER TRUE.  But I am an idiot when I am sleepy.  A happy idiot, though.

Once it got kind of light out I stumbled downstairs and checked my mail.  Work was a code yellow, which meant a two hour delay.  Most of which I slept through.  I thought about just staying home and telecommuting.  The thing about that?  Boring.  I don't always love working, but I like it more than sitting in the house by myself.

Because I'm now married, I at least didn't have to go out and put salt on the ice.  (What?  Why'd you think I got married?)  And JD didn't kill himself doing it so yay!  After it had a few minutes to work, I put on my yaktrax and headed out to deice the car.  It was about a quarter of an inch thick, which isn't too shabby if you ask me.  It called for advanced ice removal methods.

I frankly have no idea how every body else deals with thick ice, but this is what I do.  I use the corner of the blade to score a square pattern all across the ice.  Then I whack an individual square a few times.  Ice breaks out of that square, and from there I can get the blade under the ice to remove the rest of it.  It fractures along my scored lines.  On flexible areas like the hood of the car, I whack it to death.  This doesn't work on rigid areas, but anywhere you can get a little flexion going, you can crack the ice.

I'm sure that was thrilling for you.  But hey, it might be useful someday.  Or not.  At any rate it's faster than turning on the defroster and waiting for everything to melt.

When I got to work, BTW, the sidewalk was totally freaking iced over.  I was still wearing yaktrax so I was fine, but I worried about others.  We have some fairly elderly scientists in the building.  What were they thinking when they told people it was okay to come in to work?

What else happened today:  got my mouth cemented back together, had my spine straightened, found out somebody has been throwing food to my dog. 

A general announcement:  If you have been feeding my dog without my permission, I am going to hurt you.

JD found her in the back yard chewing on the bone of some unfortunate creature that had been butchered.  A largish creature.  I am so pissed off.  She's been eating (as far as I knew) only every other day, and she's been puking and having a rumbly stomach and just generally been worrying me.  I have no idea what the hell she's been fed, though obviously it involved bones.  Bones which could have punctured something vital inside of her and I would have had no idea why.  Not to mention the special diet she's supposed to be on to prevent her from getting more kidney stones.

I'm composing a letter which I'm going to put into the mailboxes of anybody with an adjoining yard, and some other folks nearby who are in a position to toss things over the fence.  I suspect it's the back fence or we'd have seen something.  In my experience, asking people not to feed your animals doesn't work - people just get more surreptitious.  But if I point out that it's been making her sick, maybe somebody will listen?

Now I'm suspicious of the UPS guy.  Why does she like him so much anyway?

Today of all days my horse has to feed off my mood?

Today is one of those days when I should have stayed in bed.

Yesterday I got to sleep in, hike with Delee, and have dinner out with JD.  It did not suck.  It was cold, but it didn't suck.

Today, the dog woke me up earlier than I wanted to be up on a day off.  I noticed that it was still dark outside, although the sun was technically up.  Also I noticed that I was in a shitty mood.  These things come and go.  I have no control over them.  I don't mind at all when I wake up in a gloriously good mood, but the shitty mood days I'd just as soon give a pass to.

I met Tara out at the farm to ride in the cold.  Which actually wasn't bad, given my improved clothing situation.  Pluto looked smashing in his new lilac exercise blanket.  And it was very warm and comfy on my legs.

However, I was very impatient today, and Pluto totally reacted to it.  He resisted everything I wanted to do.  It took probably ten minutes to get him to cross a 100 foot stretch of ground that he claimed was scary.  THE WOODS ARE ALIVE.  With a squirrel, as far as I could tell.  I finally got him past that and up to the arena.

He was fine for the riding, for the most part.  Even though he was wearing a new blanket, and he'd never been ridden in one before.  I determined that I could do walk and sitting trot with the blanket, but posting trot was right out.  We spent a while trotting, trying to get him to use himself properly and not make tiny little circles.  We even cantered.  And it was okay.  Not the smooth buttery canter I remembered, more like riding a basketball.  But okay.  My jacket was a bit warm and a bit long for trotting, which was disappointing.  I'll have to wear something else for vigorous riding in the future.

Toward the end, as we were trying to get unexcited after the cantering (MOAR CANTERING says Pluto) there was a horrendous, end of the world type noise.  The noise was the side effect of a man dragging a trash can across his driveway.  It was on the other side of railroad tracks from us, past two rows of trees.  You could hear it but not see it.  Pluto and Timber were both extremely concerned.  I called it a day and hopped down.  And then the boys gotten even more nervous.

I have no clue what was going on in the horsey brains today.  Timber ran circles around Tara.  Pluto yanked the reins out of my hands and ran away.  TWICE.  The second time he kept going all the way back to the other side of the farm.  I trudged in his footsteps, hoping not to find any ruined tack along the way.  By some miracle he managed not to step on his reins.

I untacked and threw the horse back out in the field as quickly as humanly possible and got the hell off the farm.  But first.. Pluto's cat tried to stop me.  He saw me driving his way and stepped directly in front of my car, and then sat down.  I got out and moved him to the side of the road.  As I got back in the car he strode back out into the road and sat down in front of my right tire.  I'm sure he wasn't suicidal.  But he kind of acted that way.

I ended up backing up real fast and then veering off to the side to go around the damn cat.

Back at home I was hungry enough to eat real estate.  JD offered me the last of my Aunt Sheryl's caramels.  Although I was trying to avoid my molars, I nevertheless removed a crown within thirty seconds of putting the candy in my mouth.

And that is how my day is going.  How about yours?