Bleh
There are several nasty lurgies going around, and I finally caught one. I don’t think it can be the really awful one (there’s an Aussie flu that’s killing people) as I’m already feeling much better.
I came down with it Saturday night and I’ve done my best to stay asleep ever since. That’s my usual plan for dealing with adversity: sleep until it gets bored and wanders off.
The Brit equivalent of Nyquil is called Nite Nurse, and it’s just as coma-inducing. I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness, having conversations with dead people, reading cryptic notes (you aren’t supposed to be able to read in your dreams, which is why they’re so cryptic, I guess).
If there’s a way to open a portal between dimensions, its name is Nyquil.
Now the question is, once I feel up to it, when do I dare go in? I work with some terribly, terribly old people. I’d feel awful if I inadvertently. You know. Killed somebody.
January 8, 2018 — 7:50 pm
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No, really
You see? You see, people? You wait long enough, every darn picture on my blog will get a repost.
The Clintons’ house caught fire today, but was quickly extinguished. They weren’t home. This is not, repeat, not a fun story. It was in the garage apartment, which is for Secret Service use.
Oh, boy — I bet that’s an awesome posting!
Say, has there been any speculation, rumor, anything post-election about what the heck was up with Hillary’s health?
January 3, 2018 — 10:15 pm
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Hypnotic
with a separating yolk from white function
Capacity: 25,600 eggs per hour
Some bits of shell get away from it, if you watch. I think the flat metal bit on top is just holding the egg in place; the cracking mechanism is below and I can’t quite make it out. (Why, yes…I’ve watched this through multiple times). Still. Impressive and just a bit hypnotic.
Work wasn’t too awful today, but the ride home — yeesh! The rain was predicted for later in the afternoon, so I didn’t dress for it. I arrived home soaked in just-above-freezing temps.
My everything is stretched out on a radiator.
January 2, 2018 — 10:00 pm
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Tea break’s over, back on yer heads
Ugh. That’s it. We’re done. Nine hours from now, my alarm will go off and my eyes will open and I will sigh…oh, such a terrible deep sigh.
On average, I’ve slept three hours more than usual every morning of my holiday. This is going to hurt.
Never mind. You can have contentment all the time, but joy is based on difference. For Christmas to be Christmas, January two has to to make your eyes water with awful. Say, it’s raining, btw.
Hope yours was half as nice as mine. See you after the ibuprofen kicks in…
January 1, 2018 — 11:17 pm
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A Farewell to 2017
Oh, shoot — I had written up a post and then I guess I closed the window without heeding the error message and lost it. Boo. Try again.
My 2017, actually, was fine. Pretty good year. Weasel seal of approval. Everything’s turning up mustelids. Let us hope for a perfectly acceptable 2018.
We’re going to drink champagne and watch the fireworks come out of the next village over, though it’s terribly windy tonight. Happy new year — see you on the other side!
December 31, 2017 — 10:31 pm
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This broody image of sheep on a hillside
I’m posting! On a Saturday!
What the hell, I’m having fun paging back through the year’s posts. It’s not like it’s effort…
December 30, 2017 — 9:51 pm
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The heady taste of weasel
This photo was taken at a local fete in July, when we ducked into the tent of an owl rescue during a downpour.
I keep believing I see this sweet bird everywhere, but those are different barn owls from different animal rescue groups. They all seem to have this happy attitude to being stroked (which is, no doubt, why wildlife rescues trot them out to help fundraise).
No kidding, I bet I’ve been nibbled by five little barn owls since this picture was taken.
December 29, 2017 — 10:11 pm
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d’awwww
Baby hedgehog. BABY HEDGEHOG.
This was from June, of course. We haven’t seen one lately. I brought the outdoor cameras in when the weather turned (they’re wired, not wifi. Leaving windows cracked was chilling up the place). But hedgehogs are very territorial and you wouldn’t expect to see more than one around anyway. So I’m told.
They’re also so famous for being run over in the road, it used to be a regular comic gag. See, their response to a predator is to curl up in a defensive ball. This is a bad response to a Land Rover.
December 28, 2017 — 7:30 pm
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The 9 types of comb recognized by the American Poultry Association
The sharp-eyed among you will note that the picture is eight types of comb. I had to look this up. The ninth is the silkie comb, not pictured because silkies have a head full of poofy feathers and you can’t actually see their combs.
I screwed up. This little daily useless-posting exercise was supposed to be a look back at 2017, but I guess I clicked the wrong link because this thing is from 2016. But, dammit, I did some research.
Also, 99.99% of chickens have the single comb, so really this is a picture of a normal chicken and seven legally recognized freaks.
December 27, 2017 — 10:08 pm
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Happy Boxing Day!
I got arty things for Christmas, for I’ve been arting all day.
The weather does this strange thing here: the wind will suddenly leap from 20 mph to 40+ mph, stay that way for a three or five hours, then just as suddenly die back again. It did it on Christmas Day, it’s doing it now, and I see it’s in the forecast for tomorrow.
Uncle B just went out to secure the tarp on the woodpile and found the wind had actually blown quite large logs down the drive. So I’d say the 40 mph is a lie. It must be upwards of 50, anyway.
It’s all very exciting. It’s like being in a ship on the high sea.
December 26, 2017 — 9:45 pm
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