Oof

Not feeling so swell today.

Not worth going into the details, I just feel pretty crummy. Sadly, I have two more classes to teach this afternoon, and then when I leave at 3:05, I have time to kill before I can go to my swine flu shot appointment at 4:30. I will get there early, of course, and it's near good shopping, of course, but I'll still have a good long time to park myself somewhere and cough my guts out for a while.

Oy. I see a kid across the library playing a game on a computer and you know what? I just don't care. It isn't even worth my starting up my spy program and logging him off. Live and let live, I say. Ooh, maybe I could get that tattooed someplace, too.

K was supposed to be home later yesterday, so I opened all the Amazon boxes sitting in my living room and sorted the gifts out, and consolidated the boxes. Five minutes after I finished, she came home, so that would have been a problem, but it was averted. She's definitely coming home later tonight -- semi-formal holiday party at her new job, long story -- so I can wrap if I want to, but I may just lay down and die. Or actually take a half a percoset, which would probably be about the same. COming to school tomorrow is growing more and more doubtful.

Okay, I have to take a break now and do something about the kid playing the game. He's drawing a crowd.
.
.
.
Well, knock me ovah with a feathah, it's not a game. He and a friend are searching for animated GIFs. Let me check again.
.
He is indeed image searching. Huh, who'd'a thunk it?

Okay, back to the important topic at hand, which is, of course, me. I'm waiting for three more gifts to arrive, but all are purchased now, and even sorted. Oh, I also know what I'm getting for Christmas (hee hee.)

A few months ago, when I ordered the Beatles for Wii full set with the drums and all, I told the Hubs that could be my Christmas and birthday gift, so I'm expecting nothing or a token from him, which is fine. The girls, I may have mentioned, joined with their cousins on the Hubs' side and went and got a portrait photographed, to give to their grandparents, a most lovely thought, and I saw the finished product the the day. It's quite large, a large photo of the four of them, and then on the side, two smaller photos (all three photos in the same mat), one each of the pair of them. A lovely, lovely gift, and beautiful pictures. I said nothing to K (who had brought it home), but I mentioned to R on the phone later that after Christmas, I might like to go to Sears and order myself a nice copy of the one of the two of them, she and K. There was a pause, and then she said "I will not discuss this subject with you." So, hee hee! I bet they got me a nice big one, framed, for meeeeee! It's one of the nices pictures I've seen of the two of them, certainly the best since they're adults. Yay!

And later ...

I meant to post this before I went to lunch, if possible, but I got all busy, so I was just about to post it now and I remembered: it's December 17th. It's my re-birthday. My brain surgery was 18 years ago today. It's always amazing to me how that can recede into my memory and not always, every day, every minute, be the thing that overshadows my life, as I once thought it would, as I once briefly thought it did. Huh.



-- Post From My iPhone