so, aside from being a dweeb and getting the body bashing I most likely deserved...
I've spent the greater part of the last 30some hours eeking my way around, with sporadic moans, groans, and lack of actual movability.
Lucky for me I'm u:ber blessed to have VdB folk & miss Sue around for the long haul...
I trucked my spacey self over there yesterday evening, and mamaV, Sara and me played sequence till the cows came home... ok, so it was only till like 11.
Sara & I then parked ourselves in front of loverly embarrassing home videos for another hour or so, all the while knit/crocheting/being creative. Finally Piedro got home, and chit-chat re-ensued... and more sequence gaming commenced. Playing well into the night/morn, I/we got whooped left & right by mamaV & Sara...
By the time we were done, mamaV gave me some drugs and told me to just curl up & crash there somewheres. Pieter & I actually got a chance to talk & catch-up, and I took advantage of the magic-hands meanwhile. I'm really messed up: all the muscles and nerves tweaking out and twisted, and aching like there's no tomorrow.
Anywhom, finally conked out right in front of the pellet stove and actually slept through quite a bit of the morning commotion; best sleep I've had in a while, weird!
This morning/today we all went down and moved miss sue's stuff from vancouver
the rest is really all just a bunch more of amancay being a dweeb, not able to actually form correct words or phrases... and barely scraping out an actual win or two with that dern sequence game.
I'm home again, with 3 eager, clingy, sneezing kitties... happy to see me, I'm sure... I'm ready for bed!
