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Uuuuuuuggghhhhh...

Last night was not a great night. For a start, I was worn out from all the shenanigans outlined in my last real-life blog entry. I was tired and worn out and out of spoons. I should have slept the sleep of the unjust.

Nope.

I could not settle. Every car coming by could be the car that brought my Beloved home. I finally fell into a fitful slumber, only to wake once more in what I presume was the wee small hours.

I heard Beloved coughing in the next room.

So. One reason to relax - the love of my life was home and safe. One reason to stay awake - their coming to bed would wake me the fuck up anyway.

Sleep did not win, my friends. My rest was fitful and sporadic, and inevitably interrupted by Beloved finally coming to bed. I don't even know what time it was because my iWatch is in the repair shop.

Beloved immediately achieved the sleep of the unjust. And snored. And kept me in a fitful slumber for the remainder of my alleged time of rest.

So, of course, Beloved complained of tiredness and a lack of energy, leaving me to deliver Chaos safely to school no matter how much or how little sleep I managed to acquire.

Thanks, Beloved. I needed that, Beloved. One day, this level of nonse might land me and mine in hospital, Beloved. But people around me have a knack for treating me like the legendary seer, Cassandra. My words of truth will never be believed. Until they happen. And then nobody apologizes.

It's so frustrating.

I just want people to either listen in the first place or apologise when they didn't listen. Is that too hard?

Sigh. Evidently so.

O Chaos

The reason why I am so late getting today's content to you runs... long and complicated. So I shall attempt to summarise...

  1. Mayhem was sick, last night
  2. Leading me to make an appointment with the doctors as soon as I could because new policies are coming into place
  3. Beloved's car was in repairs and I did not know this until it was time to go delivering little darlings to their respective destinations
  4. Beloved's car rescue was happening at the same time as
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::deep breath in:: Big Raspberry Out

I have a lot on my plate, already. And I have a REALLY long day planned, which includes a trip out shopping to get essentials, non-essentials, things for my microbial-sized business venture...

And this afternoon is going to be filled with trying to talk to assorted teachers, sorting out SET plans for Mayhem, and generally milling about like a lost soul and steering Chaos out of danger.

I do not have the time and the clean equipment to cook anything (Mayhem's been

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When can I slow down, please?

Interviews, organising, appointments, paperwork... And the endless array of housework that still must be done.

I'm close to having 300 followers. I'm moderately sure that most of them might care about a competition. Or care about the stuff I post. Or even read any of it.

Sigh.

That's the trouble with AI followers. They run blogs that seem real, but you can't tell until they fail at instructions. And even humans can fail at instructions.

But I can rig it so that

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Things I do now...

I like to make sure Pokemon go is on and running properly before I go on my morning walk. Since it's a Bad Air Day, I only did one block. And even when I don't see any VR critters, I add some mileage to my incubators.

I've learned that the game is more likely to freeze on it's power-saving screen saver. So when playing, I actively hold it up.

Any message or notification is going to freeze the game, so I might

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Minutia

Before you ask - yes, I successfully cleaned off the table. It was a royal mess. From now on, only organised mess is allowed there. I will keep only the things I really need on the table [eg: seed beads and the findings I am using that day] and the rest of it will be off to the side in a Milk Crate or something. Assuming I can find a full-sized Milk Crate that I don't have to purloin.

All the ones

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Today's the day!

The big pile of shiffraff on the dining table is going DOWN. I already successfully cleared off all of the dirty cups, bowls, plates, and cutlery. Now it's just the crafting scrattle that has to find a home. And, after a clean and wipe down, I will set up my earring-making station in a more logically amenable place.

This might take some jiggery-pokery. But at least my budding business and the family will be able to cohabitate.

Today is also the day

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Adventure ho!

It's another long day for me, alas alack. Another long drive to Maroochydore. Another long drive back home to arrange a dinner.

Thank the Powers for slow cookers. They have saved my butt on a multitude of occasions.

And tonight's goo will definitely be helped by the existence of rice from last night. Huzzah.

Once again, I will be travelling across the countryside with my trusty lappy, long may it stave off malfunction. Writing my 500 words in a distant place and

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I can do this...

I'm getting better, so that means it's time to get right back onto my self-maintenance. But not so harshly that I fall over again and cause an endless cycle of sickness and recovery.

I did my first morning walk since I got ill, last week. Just around one block, and at a nice, leisurely pace. Chaos came with and was inappropriately loud for 6AM. Repeatedly.

But I did hatch some eggs, and that's good enough for me. [for the record, I got

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Ow

My head hurts. It's a struggle to breathe. I basically spent most of yesterday having naps and I was still tired enough to sleep through the night.

I have thorough plans to be as lazy as I can so I can save my spoons for the rest of the day.

And I will be sticking myself on Max for a saline run that should help loosen any glunk that's impeding my air.

Just... not now. I have to raise my batteries a

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whimperwhinemoan

I hate being sick.

My head feels like a swamp has moved in. I feel like I can't breathe, but my nails tell me I'm getting plenty of air. I can't get comfy. My back hurts from lying down. It hurts when I'm sitting up. I want to hibernate the lurgi away, but I can't get to sleep because everything hurts.

How soon before I can transfer my thought patterns to a machine?

I'm'a try a nap. Story much, much later.

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Lazy day, but with errands

I'm taking it easy, but I need to go out and fetch a few things because Mayhem's lurgi is going around and has hit me upside the head with a sinus full of mucous.

Bleh.

Seems to always be the way. I'm within grasping distance of accomplishing neatness, I go down in a heap and suffer. Despite my best efforts to do otherwise.

But in the middle of wanting to burrow into my Pillow Fort of Solitude(tm)... I came up with

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I'm getting better

Looking after myself has helped. So has comfort food. And cuddles. And just plain zoning out whilst having forensics documentaries on in the background.

Oh don't look at me like that. You should have known I was weird by a brief trawl of my archives.

I plan on having a good, solid, slug-about this weekend. Half the morning in a hot bath. The other half spent in utter laziness. I might not get to my story before the afternoon comes and I

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Lo Batt Light

I have just enough energy. Which is a sad place to be, when you think of it.

I have just enough to do everything that needs must be done. But not quite enough to do the things I want to do or the things that are good for me. This is the third day that I've skipped my morning walk because I've lacked the time and the energy combined to do the thing.

Mayhem is still sick. I have just enough energy

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Work, work, work...

I swept four rooms out of twelve. And there is enough debris from that to fill a dumpster. Unsorted, of course. In the midst of that mountain of scrattle, there is laundry, dishwashing, and the occasional useful thing. The rest of it is going out of the house because it was left on the floor. The family obviously doesn't care what happens to it.

My back hurts. Mayhem is sick at home, today. Some lurgi has him fast in its grip. He

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