I am still sick, though not as sick.
This morning Artie was reading everyone their horoscopes. Mine said something about not being ready to do something but to do it anyway with grace. Well, duh!!! We have to drive to Pittsburgh tomorrow for Michael's ceramic conference. I'm sick. I'm not ready to go but will graciously get up in the wee hours of the morning and pack myself and others into our awaiting van. I am here to tell you that I will be doing it all with grace and minimum of grumbling. You see, I've got to go because Artie is flying in on Thursday and we are driving down to The Douglas School and checking out the special effects make-up program that she wants to attend. So, I gotta go: Michael will be at the conference, Artie will be flying in and someone has to get her to the school. Poor Xan I don't think that we will be able to do all the things that we wanted in Pittsburgh. But I am sure that there will be HBO and we will do half-day adventures. I really want to go to the Andy Warhol Museum.
On another note....my cat Ethel.
Ethel has been out of sorts all week. Michael and I switched sides of the beds for the week because I have been so sick and need to get up often at night. It's amazing how a hacking cough will enliven you. Ethel jumps up on the bed and looks at me and looks at Michael and gives us a look of Why? Why? Why?. Poor Kitty she is pretty perturbed. She is a funny cat (like most) and has her places in the house that she likes you to pet her. Like on the desk beside this computer, in the bathroom sink (no joke), while she is eating (weird but true), and on my side of the bed. But Dad is there now not Mom and she's taking the change like a true cat. Not well. She won't even let me pet her on the wrong side of the bed, the one I am on now. Oh well, by the time she catches up to the change I will be back on the other side waiting for her nuzzles.
Such is a cat.