Thanks for the info!
Cracked into a new container of body butter- just used a little scoop on my hands since they dry out in the winter weather- the Au Lait one from Scottish Fine Soaps. The formula absorbed readily, and it’s an interesting change from my usual strawberry scented assortment. Not too heavy of a perfumed smell, but it almost smells like cold cream and infant formula, which is a bit strange. Like milk, but a bit warmer. I only needed about a little less than the back of a fingernail to leave my hands soft- a lot less messy of an option for the daytime, as opposed to the Glysomed handcream I’ve been wearing to bed, since that formula is fantastic, but leaves me kind of unable to do most tasks without it feeling a bit slippery.
Spent about two hours walking and listening to Christmas music this evening. Hell on the body, but good for the soul.
Also, it’s currently 40F out and supposed to get down to 32 tonight. Also, from now through the 8th, the furthest Alexa can give me a forecast for, the day time highs are supposed to range from the mid-40s to the mid-50s and biased towards the lower half of that range with some nights getting into the 20s. Not holding out hope for a white Christmas, but I wasn’t expecting weather this nice for at least another month.
My 6yo daughter had her yearly dance recital. It’s a big thing they build up to each year and have it in a big proper theatre. She’s in three classes so three dances. She missed her spot in the middle of dance #2, got embarrassed/sad but held it together. She was killing it in the dance before that. Overall she did very well and we were very proud of her. I just remember holding a little potato when she was born and now she’s dancing!
My 2yo boy was entranced through the whole thing, which is impressive since there were no rockets nor heavy machinery.
Making my e-card to send to my work clients. Ostensibly it’s to say ‘happy winter’ but really it’s to say ‘this is when I’m on work leave over the next couple of months, don’t bother me during those times’
Tried out my newest bit of artistic equipment today. It’s basically a portable table saw for cardboard and other thin sheet craft materials. used some cardboard from a box a recent parcel came in and in about an hour of just playing around and getting a feel for how the thing works, I’ve got 10 cardboard petals, 5 each of two sizes that I think will be a good starting place for making some craft poinsettias. Probably also had too much fun feeding the tiny scraps I would otherwise just throw away into it’s cutting head to turn into cardboard sawdust.
I helped a dung beetle. It was pushing this bird poo in circles on the pavement because it was attached by a tendril that wouldn’t break. I held a stick in its path so it could push it against something, then its own strength broke it free. Then it went off to do whatever it does with horded dung.
-Wade
Accidentally ingested way too much caffeine on Friday, which I’ve been paying for ever since, but I’ve been taking fantastic advantage of the ability to focus in and write, fold laundry, make meals, etc… And staying on top of my hydration, which is the main thing I can really do until it just wears off on its own. Getting a lot of writing done, at least.
My stomach’s settled, which is amazing. Turns out vomiting like four times in two days will level things out. I was having really intense heart palpitations and shaking earlier, plus some issues breathing (shortness/tightness of breath) but that’s all tapered off, and I’m even feeling a little sleepy, having ridden out the worst of it. Drinking plenty of water and mostly just writing in bed until I drift off.
Sounds like you’ve been put through the wringer…what a terrible experience…
To be honest, that particular symptom didn’t bother me the most. The looming dread and anxiety cloud magnified by way too much caffeine was probably the worst, then the cardiac (my heartbeat was painful, and irregularly fast) and breathing issues, and then the vomiting. But the sheer relief that came after pulling an Exorcist in the bathtub, since it cut down on the nausea, was actually really fantastic. I felt a lot better afterwards- I hate that queasy, prolonged nauseous feeling, so I’d much rather ralph like a dog and get it done with.
We have milk in the house again! No more black coffee horrors.
Sounds like a surreal Anchorhead parody.
Well, I do always joke that I perfectly fit the doomed gothic horror protagonist role- given my sickly pallor, Victorian invalid esque condition of a Strange and Unsettling nature (hemophilia B, in a rare manifestation with regards to it being X-linked recessive in inheritance), and general penchant for purple prose.
That being said, caffeine withdrawals are far more intolerable than this caffeine overdose has been. Those come with pounding migraines, as if someone took a drill bit to your temple- and uncontrollable shaking, sweating, a sense of pervasive doom, fever, full body aches- a whole gamut of incapacitating symptoms.
The heartbeat problems (too fast, irregular, painful) were nasty, but I got a bunch done in between hurling. I’d rather withdraw off of (prescribed) opiates again than caffeine- it’s way more intense than heavier duty medications, but I think a big part is my massive tolerance.
I was sitting down on the stairs and spilled my entire drink on myself. The silver lining is it was just cold water, and not boiling hot coffee.
Have come into possession of a very plush, thick, and soft fleecy blanket- the perfect tiny size to use in my lap while sitting in my office chair. Yippee! The kid never really liked this one all that much compared to his other, lighter, silkier blanket, but he’s officially outgrown it, having declared it was ‘uncool’ and handing it off. With the snow blanketing down, and another squall headed our way, it works out perfectly timing wise for me.
Either we’re counting very differently or vomiting 4 times in 2 days is the mildest case of prolnged stomach issues that lead to vomiting I’ve ever heard of. Granted, my experience is I either don’t get sick enough to vomit, or I vomit like five or six times in such quick succession I can barely take a breath between waves… though if you’re counting all the back-to-back hurls as one, 4 bouts in 2 days makes more sense.
My current favorite blanket is a Certa so huge. Nice and fluffy and not so heavy I can only use it when it’s literally freezing, and at roughly 10 feet square, big enough I can lay on the right side of the blanket, toss the left side over me without tucking the left edge under me and never worry about cold air leaking in between the vertical edges, have enough bundled at my feet to never worry about cold air leaking in at the bottom, have enough at my head to bunch into a makeshift pillow and cover my head, do all of that at the same time, and retain full freedom of movement while inside my blanket cocoon and without feeling like I’m going to suffocate or being bothered by the humidity in my exhalation from having my head covered. And I say this as someone who is 6’ 5" on his longer leg, 350+ pounds, and had a 60" waist and chest the last time he was measured, I have to impersonate a mummy to cocoon myself in a king-sized blanket to avoid air leaks, this is the first blanket I’ve had that wasn’t too small since I was a kid.
Yes, we’re counting differently- four individual sessions, but I don’t count the individual heaves / hurling up, since it gets tediously out of hand rapidly.
Really happy for you about the blanket though- everyone deserves to enjoy the comfort of being swaddled up all cozy. Also, wow, you’re really tall- I can see how it’d be difficult to find a blanket that works for you! I’m 5’0, so I have the perk of being able to fall asleep in most standard sized bathtubs and pretty much any blanket size that isn’t for infants works for me, but even my friends who are about a foot taller than I am struggle to find ones that don’t leave their feet uncovered. (Suppose that’s why they tend to be fanatics about cozy socks.)
It took all day but I got my Christmas decorations up!
We got our tree and Lemax decorations up. It’s the first year that the 2yo is cognizant of it all. He is obsessed with the tiny train on one of the decorations.
I’m yet to put up outside decorations. It’s a bit different in the scorching Australian sun.