Struck By Lightning
Still knocked out by allergies or whatever. Yesterday I didn’t take Benadryl until evening, as it’s not really fair to Em for me to be out of commission for the whole day. Of course, pushing her on the swing outside isn’t exactly the best thing, but again, you do what you gotta. If it were just one day, then I think I could get away with keeping her cooped up inside, but it’s not, and she’s working hard on the EOG (end of grade) tests at her school, so she deserves a good time.
The Benadryl is giving me weird dreams. A couple of days ago as I drifted off, I had what I thought was a great idea. It’d be marketable, I could make it without too much trouble, and it’d be inexpensive to produce. I decided I was so sleepy I didn’t want to get up to write it down, but how could I possibly forget what it was?
Needless to say, I forgot. Of course, as hopped up as I was, it could have been an automatic carrot launcher or something. Who knows?
Last night I dreamed that someone was over and spending the night. She was going to share my bed, but in the morning I discovered that my cat had fleas and I was worried about her and the house. Then I was joking around with the cleaning crew that had mysteriously showed up. I’m fairly sure this is because a) I saw an episode of Dead Like Me where two co-workers had to bunk together, and b) I haven’t been able to clean at all over the last couple of days and the house is in a bad state and it’s depressing.
I’m about to send out mail canceling Brownies today. I’m no good to anyone like this.
Today’s Emily art was done last night. We had a big storm come through here with thunder and lightning. I love the unhappy expression and “oh no” of the figure at left, but I also love the bug eyes and crazy hair of the lightning victim on the right. Even more, I love that she spelled “lightning” right for this context, which is more than 75% of the internet can do.
Okay, time for another exciting day of lying on the couch watching Voyager reruns and trying to breathe.