Well, that's a switch. Boots, who is normally a big baby and a genuine "scardy cat," is sitting in the window, watching the firemen and their noisy trucks, across the street. Apparently there's some sort of medical emergency, as the big "Rescue" truck and the paramedic car are down there. Boots is normally terrified of noise and activity--especially where men are involved. But for once, he's got his nose right up to the window screen, taking it all in, completely fascinated. I expect a full report from him later. :))

Came home, had my pot roast--mum's old recipe, that I'd made late this afternoon. Was starved, and ate it cold, beef, carrots, onions. Ohhh--so good! I used to ask her to make this for my birthdays, when we didn't go out for pizza--mum sure knew how to do a nice pot roast (braised beef). I'm eternally grateful to her, for having shared with me, the old family recipe.

Oh, look who's sauntered over to see me. Hi, Boots! He says he hasn't a clue what's going on, but hopes things will quiet down soon, so he can go back to sleep. He does love a good nap, my Bootsie. ;)

Meanwhile, Flame is lying on her old blanket that she loves (besides sleeping on it, she also likes to play with it--slides around on the slippery material, and also wraps herself in it and kicks it with her feet)---right now she's in a very..erm..inelegant pose--is sitting upright like a person, hind feet spread wide apart, showing erm--well, it's not the attractive part of a cat I'm seeing right now.

I'm still slightly light-headed, have been all night, but feeling a bit better. Not sure what went on, last night. Might have been high blood pressure, diabetes, my heart, my woman thing...no clue. I've only fainted once in my entire life (over-heated in church when I was 15). I dunno'....just gotta' hope if it happens again, it doesn't happen when I'm alone, I guess.

I cracked up some people at work tonight. I had a War and Peace guy--one of those people who take ten minutes to grouse about something it would take most people 30 seconds to say--I mean, the guy wasn't coming up for air--"blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." So I put him on hold, put the mouthpiece in front of my face, and blew a loud raspberry into it. Everyone looked up, startled...and then burst out laughing, nodding their heads--they knew. Sometimes, you just have'ta, 'ya know what I mean?

To pass the time, I'm re-reading a Louis L'Amour book. I started reading some Shakespeare, but couldn't concentrate on it, for some reason. The Tempest. I started reading that, years and years ago, but have forgotten most of it by now. But I found myself, Monday afternoon, reading the same page three times, with little comprehension. So, I switched to something easy. Probably had something to do with my illness, I reckon--tho', of late, I'm finding I am making more and more mistakes in my writing, and that I suddenly can't seem to spell--words I never had trouble spelling before, are suddenly slipping from my grasp--it's a bit worrying, and that's no joke.

I think a lot of the typos may stem from the fact that I no longer have a desk, but must prop the screen away from me--on a small dresser top--and type with the keyboard in my lap--I can't seen the screen very well, on account of my poor eyesight, and that's a major hindrance sometimes, as well. Sometimes, I think faster than I type, and I wind up typing the wrong word or missing a word--which I hate doing. It saddens me, as I used to take great pains--and a small bit of pride--in trying to turn in perfect copy. Now: Ha! No more. It's gone.

I'm going to finish the night watching a Dr Who DVD. Can't wait to see Human Nature. This latest series of Dr Who is quite exciting...and all my innocent teasing of Mr Tennant aside--the man's really terrific. He's very energized in his performances, and seems to have both a good range, and a good use of subtlety--something I will never have--hence my very quick decision two weeks into acting class, never to be an actress. ;) I'm trying, in my blog to do it more--but, truth to tell, I was never very good at opening my emotional Pandora's Box in public...not even in my writing--and certainly not on stage. I can't say how much I admire anyone who can do that, and Mr. Tennant seems really well set up for any theatrical challenge.

Hopefully tomorrow will see the final chapter of Run for Rose--and then I can finally put that story to bed. The chapter's half-done, I've just got to put the finishing touches on it. I don't really care for this story. It was more like work than, say, The Bodysnatchers--which was great fun to write, and also The Menagerie and some of the other stories. I've another in the re-write process, I may publish here, but not sure.

Well, I've had dinner, played with the cats, fed them, played with them some more, wrote in my blog and answered some e-mails. Time to watch some Who and then retire at 1am or so. Hope all my friends have a splendid day tomorrow.


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