... was full of many small but important achievements - fittings for walking shoes; anti-blister socks; after 3 tries, managing to get to the tailor with the right fabrics AND the right trousers to be copied (and suffer the brutal honesty of measurements); further consultations with the travel agent; a loooooooong consultation with the doc to get a three-month supply of the eleventy meds I need to keep body and soul together on a daily basis; physio; M to the dentist (it's my turn for that tomorrow); cleaners; path-making/paving person initial consultation (doesn't EVERYone decide to re-pave and beautify their entire garden 13 days before leaving on a three-month trip??); some craft-work; some cooking; cat-walking; two visits to the gym, and more.... (creak, pant, whimper..) ... lunch with sainted parents (and yes I managed to forget to bring their present. Mum, otoh, presented me with some amazingly dubious summer pedal-pushers, white with large hot pink blobs, I think I'll frighten the horses in those - what on earth was she channelling when she bought them I wonder??? ... purrhaps best not to know, if my mother has suddenly developed a penchant for disco-daks I think I'd rather not know).
... was icy cold after the beauty of a week in Cairns.
... was strangely bereft of purrfume, especially over the last two days. But I have a cold or purrhaps a small throat lurgy, so my sense of smell is gone again. It's ephemeral at best, dammit. I do recall trying Dolce and Gabbana "Ice Blue" on Friday and wondering if in fact it has any smell. Didn't put two and two together and get' dodgy nose attack imminent'. All these years and I am still naive about it. That is either wonderful, or kinda sad...
... required me to fall into a large heap as of last night and have an uber-sleep followed by a Sunday afternoon of lolling about with newspapers, cups of coffee, phone calls to friends, a spot of Netting (check my blog list for a wonderfully-named new craft site), and a firm decision to stay inside. Checking the breeze at the front door was enough to make that decision very easy. M got to be the Mr. Goody-FourPaws and take Maccy for his walk. Maccy wasn't very obliging, he sauntered over to say howdy to the neighbours, did a bit of desultory tree-scratching, and then firmly sat down on the job and had to be carried home. Hopeless. Otoh on Saturday we managed to go all around the block, with him purring (and dwibbling) all the way, awwwww..
I have applied some 'Enjoy' to get me through the night. This, combined with a nearly maximum quantity of pain-relievers, should do the trick. Any kind of stress on my respiratory system, especially a virus, means almost instant umpty-fold pain in the left sinus. That poxy left sinus which demands so much attention and which refuses to lie down and be quiet, even thougt the professorial uber-doc has pronounced it 'patent and healthy'. Hear that, oh troublesome one??
Am wafting off to the bedroom raspberry wall leaning against which are the purple, sage green and cerise pillows. Pillows lying about on the sage and maroon covers keeping a slumbering M warm, and providing colour-contrast for one fuzz-buzz black scruff-bucket. Enjoy, I say. Enjoy, I smell.