I pretty much wasted the day. See, last week I burned my hand (big shock; that NEVER happens) while making dinner. Instead of applying common sense first aid like I usually do, I ignored it. Then I made a batch of cupcakes and washed approximately ten million dishes. It got infected. The damn burn's on an inconvenient spot, so I spent the day slathered with antibiotic lotion and wearing an awkward bandage. It's doing better, but every time I take the goo and bandage off, it goes funky on me again. So I've done nothing but read books all day. A nice enough day, if you ask me, but it doesn't give me a hell of a lot to blog about.
I'm considering a literary comparison between Sookie Stackhouse and Anita Blake, because they're nearly identical except for the sense of humor and the body count. (I'm talking the early Anita Blake, before she humped everything in sight. I've got nothing against smut, I even like it, but I prefer it with enough plot to make sense. I'm snobby like that.)
We have successfully rented a little hole-in-the-wall apartment (really, it's not bad, it's just... well... an apartment). The rental company wanted a photo of Sekhmet, since she's part of the lease. I sent them this one.
I saw no good reason to share her bitch nature.
The Goob is still sick with the snotty nose and horky lungs. All I got was a sore throat for a day, and no one else has gotten sick. I'm starting to wonder if it's some mild influenza strain the rest of us have been exposed to or vaccinated against. The symptoms are about right. So I'm watching her closely for signs of fever (secondary infection is usually what gets you with influenza) and otherwise just letting her take it easy and drink lots of juice. She's missed Story Time twice now, but I can't bring myself to take her and let her hork germs on the other kids.
She's a tough, ornery little kid. She'll be fine.
So, more breathing room. An apartment officially rented (mostly), a move-in plan (mostly), and a spinning class on the 24th to distract me. Not bad.