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You Should Get That Looked At

Big ups to Violet who sent a fabulous care package including pasta, hot chocolate, carmel sauce and more.

The best item in the package? A big 'ol can of Spotted Dick. Yum!

And it's microwavable!

So far it's gone to work with me, to work with Frinklin, and to dinner with my in-laws, just for fun.

Potential Snow?!

The forecast for Tacoma this evening:

Cloudy
70% Chance of precipitation
Mixed rain and snow expected overnight
Overnight low of 32 degrees

The forecast for San Diego this evening:
Fair and clear
0% Chance of precipitation
Overnight low of 50 degrees

Early Thursday Morning, 12:03 AM

CRASH!

THUMP!

SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER...

"What was that?"

"Shhhh. Stay here with the dog."

A minute passes...

"Dammit!"

"Honey? Are you OK? Is it safe to let Jeffrey go?"

"Yeah. Come see the kitchen."

"Oh my God--there's dirt everywhere! In the sink, on the floor, all over..."

"Remember the plant that used to be on top of the cupboards? It's not there anymore."

Formerly penthouse dwelling plant is held at arm's length by one sad vine with an even sadder clod of potting soil attached.

"Dammit Percy! Do you want to get the vaccuum or should I?"

Banned in Tacoma?

Where the hell to they sell Suave Naturals deoderant and antiperspirant around here?

Holy Fuck - It's Cold.

Remember how I said I didn't mind the cold? Ok, maybe I didnt say it on this blog, but I distinctly remember stating it several times to various family members and others intrigued by the fact that I had voluntarily moved from San Diego to Tacoma.

The rain cleared out today and we have been left with perfectly clear skies. Not a single cloud anywhere. And with the lack of cloud cover comes the freezing cold weather. I have watched the temperature drop 10 degrees since I came home two hours ago.

I'm almost ashamed to write that it's only 36 degrees and I am freezing my ass off. How am I going to survive actual winter?

I Know I Promised...

...to write more. And I really did mean to.

Then I got hit with the homesick stick--whack!

And then the depression stick--whack! whack!

Then the panic attacks about the new job--whack! whack! whack!

I ended up curled up on the couch for four days, crying whenever anyone (Frinklin) came near me. There was carrying around of the comforter as though it were a toga. Hair went unwashed. Teeth unbrushed. It was all around ugly. It's actually still pretty ugly.

I've managed to find a doctor who has prescribed me some meds that have worked well in the past. If they don't work this time I'm jumping to a "mood stabilizer." That's a little scary, so I have some real incentive to feel better on the drug I'm currently on. Three people have asked if I'm feeling better now that I'm back on meds. FYI everyone--they a few days (and sometimes several weeks) to kick in, but I appreciate your asking.

I've tried to write about this several times without much success. I get almost to the end and think about how whiney and silly this whole thing sounds. As I told Violet the other day, "Wah, I bought a house, and I got a promotion, and a raise." But the fact that I've been sobbing about these things instead of excited has really helped me to see that it was time for some professional help.

So, that's why you've seen an excessive amount of pictures and cat blogging over the last week or so. I'd like to post more pictures, so I don't feel too badly about that. I'm working on getting out of the actual house this weekend so hopefully I'll have more blog-fodder soon.

Wheeeeere's Percy?

This is his new favorite game every time I sweep the floor. When the broom comes out, he runs to the curtain.

What a freakin' weirdo.

Sunbeam Found!

Although I haven't actually seen the sun in about a week, here is proof that the sun does shine here in Tacoma:

That doesn't mean that it's warm. Today it was a toasty 46 degrees. This is how Percy and The Jeffrey have chosen to deal with the cold.

Not that our pets are spoiled or anything...

Stank Paw

Y'know that scene in Mallrats when Jason Lee sticks his hand down his pants and gets "stank palm"?

My dog has "stank paw."

This morning I found cat pee on the floor in our foyer, reminding me that it was definitely time to really scrub the cat box, not just scoop it out. Apparently The Jeffrey unwittingly stepped directly into the cat pee.

Everywhere The Jeffrey walks--cat pee stench. I spent most of the morning wandering around sniffing the air, the carpet, and the furniture, wondering where the smell was coming from. Finally, the mystery is solved.

I have now wiped his paw with water, water and soap, and took him for a walk to see if it would wear off. He's already cold, so bathing him outside would just be cruelty, and I'm pretty sure our extremely slow draining bathtub would completely revolt if I tried to wash him indoors, so for now I'm stuck. Until the stank just wears off.