Heat Coma

My cats are flopped out on the floor like black and white pancakes. The hair at the base of my skull is sweaty and curling. Every time I move, it is a huge effort.

Woodstove + (me + cats) = True Love Forever ^_^

If anyone needs me, I'll be the girl in the heat coma on the couch.

In Which Our Heroine Lets Down the Internet

Hello, Internet.

It's been a while. I know, I know, I haven't exactly been keeping up my end of our bargain - namely, that you provide me with trivia about background extras on TV shows, information about funding services, and M*A*S*H quotes, and in return I give you more than a crummy little update saying that I'm not frozen. Sorry, Internet.

It's just that I don't think you want to hear about my struggle with the cycle of dirty/clean dishes (How do I create so many dishes when Kara cooks dinner for me 5 nights a week?), why I let my laundry pile up until I am wearing heavy wool socks with a tweed skirt, or how I haven't had anyone in to fix the upstairs toilet even though I've been in my current house since September. I want to be interesting, Internet. I know you understand.

Be honest, Internet - would you still respect me if I told you that I watched 2.5 seasons of NCIS in one weekend while quilting? That the only times I got off the couch were to feed the woodstove or get another cup of tea? Because I've done that. (Sometimes the DVDs are different, but you get the drift.)

I did do one interesting thing in the last little while, though. I did an interview for Sharing Travel Experiences. Poor Andy - he sent me the questions in December, and it took me just short of forever to get them back to him. You know how I get, with the need for everything to be just so. The questions were easily answered, but I got hung up on the photos, and the longer I debated about the photos, the more embarrassed I was at how long it was taking. It was like a shame spiral.

But it's done, it's up, and I've had a number of people tell me they liked it, so I'm happy. And I was ordered by someone who is in the office frequently to get busy and update my blog, so this one's for you, Harold ^_^

Update

I have not frozen and become a popsicle in this latest cold snap. I've just been hellaciously busy. I'm hoping a bit of the pressure will be off on the weekend, but you never know.

My stomach is acting up, though, so I'm going to crank up the woodstove and maybe work from home tomorrow.

The Wrong Pants

I'm at a kind of awkward stage in my body at the moment. My old jeans are too big. Not too too big, but stretched and saggy. When I bought new jeans, I bought a size down, because I was determined not to buy the same size and have them do the stretched and baggy thing to me immediately.

Unfortunately, the size down are just a touch snug.

Okay, that's not true. They're fine in the legs and butt (although maybe a bit short, this style didn't have the long option that my old style did), but there is some severe muffin-top action happening up top. Severe enough that I'm glad to be alone in the office today as I attempt to stretch the waist out a bit.

It's just putting me in a really bad mood. I know I'm not thin. I'm pretty sure my body was not designed to be thin. I've got broad hips and shoulders, and that's okay. I'm more concerned with getting healthy than I am with getting *thin* - but, damn these pants are making me unhappy today.

I guess I'll be making the switch to my stretched and saggy pants at lunch.