rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Saturday

Something I really must put on my to-do list for this week is find a chiropractor. The low-grade headache is trying to upgrade, and it's getting more and more difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep in. My neck is rebelling at every pillow arrangement I try to use. It's been three months, which I think is the longest I've gone without an adjustment in many years. I can really tell.

The rain let up for a while this afternoon and I went to K-mart to use up the bonus points that expire tomorrow. I bought a ream of blank paper, some pencils, a 150-sheet notebook, and a tablet of quad-ruled paper. I would rather have had engineering paper than ordinary quad paper, but K-mart doesn't carry it. But the quad tablet has a very thick cardboard backing which I will be able to make use of. The backing on tablets of onion skin paper is usually even thicker, but again K-mart doesn't have that. But the stuff I got will do, and now I can start scribbling things again. Don't ask what I scribble. It's complicated and my head aches.

Today's cat postings brought no news of my cats, though several others were brought in. It's going to be awfully cold and wet up there tonight for the survivors. It's cold and wet down here, and the freeway has been noisy as it usually is in the rain.




Rats. I had this much written by 11:30 but got distracted and forgot to go back and finish and post it. Ignore the date, this isn't Sunday's regular post. I'll try to to forget to write that tomorrow tonight.
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