Not a good sign.
In fact, a BAD sign.
I didn't get to sleep until after 05:00 this morning, and I had to move a cat off of my pillow. I remember Karen asking me when I got to bed when she got up at 05:45 or so...
But I was wide awake at 08:07, when I couldn't breathe. I was wearing the CPAP, and my nose was completely stopped up.
So, after blowing about two pounds of snot outa my head, I'm somewhat better. I think. But I'm really tired. Sleep is the answer, of course, but I don't think that I can lay down without plugging up again.
I wonder if I'm maybe allergic to Sam (the cat) ... for some reason he wanted to sleep on my face when I went to bed. He usually sleeps on the other side of Karen, and I never know he's there... I like not knowing when cats are in places. Out of sight, out of mind, etc.
He's been hanging around me a lot this morning, sitting on my lap, wanting to play with the keyboard (Cats have no interest in mice, isn't that strange???) and working his claws into the skin on my leg... OK, that's it, out he goes. Yep, when the kneading draws blood, that enough.
He doesn't like going outside... he slinks away to the shed and he'll hide until Karen comes home, then he'll come up to her with pathetic mewlings, acting like nobody ever feeds him or pets him and life is just so goddamned rough, y'know... anytime someone heads toward the kitchen, he heads toward the food bowl, which is usually full of dry food... which he disdains. No, not Sam, he gets food from a can, y'know...
This is way too much talk about cats in general.
Cigarettes have gone up two bucks a carton. Maybe it's time to quit.
It's always time to quit... always has been, always will be. Some day soon.
Speaking of stuff like that... the old fellow two doors down didn't have a coronary, he had a massive stroke. They were going to take him off of life support last night, we didn't hear if they had or not... he'd had a mild stroke ten years ago, but recovered almost completely from that one. They told his wife that it was a lost case when he went in, I assume that they did a CT scan of his head. Anyway, she didn't want to turn him off until their kids came home and saw him... damn, it's hard to let someone go, even when they're gone. I've seen it so many times... I still hate it every time I see it. It's not really something that you become inured to, even after years. Or at least I haven't, anyway... and I hope I never do. It's pretty much the essence of humanity.
The person that gets to die does the least suffering, usually. It's the family and friends who are suffering the greatest loss.
Hmmm... it's noon, and I'm going to bed. Probably more later...
And it is later... 20:04, to be precise.
I slept for about four hours before the stopped-up nose got to me again. Feel better, though, especially after eating some of Karen's pasta and sauce...
Planning on staying up all night and sleeping most of the day tomorrow. Of course, I didn't get anything at all accomplished today except for blowing snot out of my head and breathing.
I introduced myself last night to the newsgroup that I've mentioned lately, and a whole lot of people hit my site today. Set a record, according to the stats, and it's still early.
Shelly, of The Groovegarden, has a cute little girl who's going to start to school soon, and she's concerned with the reputation that Kansas is getting as far as education. She wants Hannah to be educated, and I get the idea that if the school system doesn't teach her what Shelly wants her to learn well, then, Shelly will teach her herself.
And I plan on doing the same with my grandkids... even if their parents don't entirely approve.
And you know what? That same concept will work with anything that anyone wants their kids to learn. If someone wants to teach their kids about (the bible, witchcraft, mysticism, racism, name yer poison...) in their own home, well, nobody will object to that. Some of the kids might be ostracized for holding different views on whatever, but that's the way it's always been... not that that's good, or anything like that...
No, I really don't want to get started on this subject tonight. Instead, I think that I will work on the pictures that I took of the kitchen... and do some sadly neglected stuff on the Keirsey files.
More tomorrow...