My typing fingers just blurted that out. The hallmark of a late summer cold/respiratory flu. Just what you wanted to live with – well, I guess it’s better than dying with it – and it moves around inside you. And last night I just watched Monsters Within Me and that wasn’t wise because for some reason, the tiny things you need a microscope to see were enlarged via technology into perfectly visible tri-cuspid mouthed creatures. IN YOUR EYE. EATING  YOUR BRAIN.

Then it was DARK when I took Alison to work – no more of those nice summer mornings filled with sunlight.  Auuuuggggghhhhhhh. Both dogs insisted on coming and when we got to the hospital entrance, they saw a lady walking and went into barkfest mode. That includes hopping from front to back to front, and in Shane’s case, thunking his head against the glass because I don’t believe he truly understands transparent, but solid windows.

I used an old alarm clock of my mother’s because I had given mine to Cameron and discovered that she probably didn’t use it as an alarm clock anymore – because it won’t shut off. It will only snooze. To get it to stop fully, I will have to unplug it and reset the time. (Or I could take the cover off and look at what’s not working and completely break it.)

I am almost in a mood for Green Spam.