Monday, December 29, 2008

Mid summer, glorious days

guests departed, frantic tidying done so I finally have space & time to torch. Torch area all clean & sorted waiting for some new creations to happen, but what actually happens next? I get sick!!
Ah yes - get out the worlds smallest violin & play an appropriate dirge!

Most things I can handle...well actually most things I just don't catch. You know the story - everyone gets sick & start dropping like flies with bugs or bots, but the Mother doesn't...why? Because her system is just built that way, it knows it can't take time out - so if it catches anything it's usually just enough to slow her down & make her feel a bit 'yuk' but not enough to lay her flat out. Well that's my theory for not having had a serious cold or the flu in I don't know how many years.

I have a stupid head cold, body aches & I am feeling darn sorry for myself. My body seems to think that it's OK to adjust it's temperature in dramatic minute deciding that I am in some overly hot, humid tropical location & the next in Antarctica. Talk about short private vacations!!

When I go to bed at 7.30pm one night (after a 1 hour nap from 5.30 until 6.30pm -lol) I know I'm not well - this owl does not do 'early'.
The Mailleman seems to think it's natures way of telling me to slow down - but I have plans for nature. I'm going to pretend it isn't happening & therefore it wont ;o)

Oh well one can still blog in between the temperature changes, even if she can't bear the thought of not being able to hang her stuffed up nose over a hot torch.
Of course a certain kitty got wind of this & decided to bring a mouse inside last night & then proceed to chase said mouse around my torch area. Talk about take advantage - just like a naughty child ;o)

So much for an astute studio cat - when he's not doing this, he's bringing mice into the studio. Time for some retraining methinks!


angelinabeadalina said...

Well, I hope you got some sleep and are feeling better. Dang nasty bugs, and it's summertime for you-- nothing more irritating than a summer cold.

P.S. He brings *live* mice in to the studio?? Oh, no, kittycat, your cat door would be nailed shut pronto! Dead mice? Ewww, but okay, whatever floats your feline boat. Live mice? Nooooooooooooooooo.

Ramblings of a lunatic mom and lampworker said...

Hope you're feeling better!!

Awwwwe, pussy tat was bringing you a Christmas present......sweet guy!! Killable but sweet. LOL

We got a frog, a lizard and a terrified mouse. ((grin))

rosebud101 said...

I hope that "said mouse" is also now out of the house! Bad kitty! But then, you did have him, shall we say, emasculated? Oh dear. He must prove himself now. I hope you feel better very, very soon.

Deb said...

Ladies - puddy tat can keep his gifts & offerings. He may well look all sweetness & innocence curled in that furry kitty bed thing (that was bought for a far smaller Bizkit kitten years ago).
The full & most disturbing story is that he did indeed bring a live mouse into the garage... but I knew nothing of it. The mailleman heard him & the kerfuffle, & by the time he got to him dear darling Herculess was on the landing halfway up the doubt about to bring Mummy a gift of dead mouse!
(I was actually doing as I was told & in bed).

Any more shenanigans like that & it will be retrenching, not retraining ;o)
Live mice I don't mind - injured or dead....eeeeewwwwwww!