The Effect of Chester on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds
He's emitting his gamma rays; I'm having a hard time not ignoring the precautions. But I'm being good. He had an extra visitor today, and an open window until late afternoon.
It seems it was Paul Zindel who wrote both the Gamma Rays goofy-titled play and Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which I liked rather much as a kid. It took a goofy title to draw me in---or something like that.
The Andrea Dworkin talk out there is making me nostalgic for a feminist community I never had. More of an individual interfacing with feminism, which was out there, and a strong feminist core which was/is in here (imagine me pointing at my ribcage with a thumb).
Nasty headache much of the day. VERY relieved it seems to have gone off on its way to invade someone else, or wither & die outside of all of us. Another night with too little sleep? Probably. Anybody else having a hard time hitting the hay these days?
It seems it was Paul Zindel who wrote both the Gamma Rays goofy-titled play and Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which I liked rather much as a kid. It took a goofy title to draw me in---or something like that.
The Andrea Dworkin talk out there is making me nostalgic for a feminist community I never had. More of an individual interfacing with feminism, which was out there, and a strong feminist core which was/is in here (imagine me pointing at my ribcage with a thumb).
Nasty headache much of the day. VERY relieved it seems to have gone off on its way to invade someone else, or wither & die outside of all of us. Another night with too little sleep? Probably. Anybody else having a hard time hitting the hay these days?
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Yes. My body's been completely uninterested in sleep before 2am, unless I go to bed at, say, 7pm... which just isn't feasible.
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That said, by the weekend I'm hoping to have prepped the house for his being allowed into more of it, even if he's tracking radioactive clumpable litter in his oversized foots.
He seems in great spirits, though, and has gained weight (half a pound while still at the vet's over the weekend). And his fur is thicker and softer. It's odd.
The hardest thing is not picking him up and carrying him around on my shoulder.
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Yay for Chet feeling good. 1/2 pound in a week. That's great!
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Hope Moe continues on the up swing himself.
I get to hang with
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I've been having problems getting to bed, and sleeping, despite
the fact that my days are full of work, meetings, and ushering
in to the late nights....and last night I couldn't get this 'thing'
out of my head - 'it' kept waking me up, reminding me to figure it out
in the morning - the Goldbach Conjecture! MR is getting to me!
I think it's the spring for me, and all the sun.....
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(That's the Nichols Conjecture.) (Today, anyway!)