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Monday,
March 12, 2007
Oh, for...
As
part of his new health regimen, my beloved decided to work out by cleaning
up the main bathroom and installing a needed new conduit between the dryer
and the vent opening on the wall. Said installation requires that the Catbox
of Concentrated Evil be moved somewhere else for the duration, so it was moved
into the smaller bathroom where we usually keep their food.
Things proceeded well, and the new conduit was installed without delay. We mucked about for a bit doing other tasks, then finally hit the hay last night (well, he did -- I tossed and turned trying to find a spot that didn't send my right side numb and tingling, but that's another post). It also didn't help that The Black and White Cat kept crawling all over me even earlier than usual, so when the alarm went off I got up with no good grace and headed out into the foyer --
-- only to find a pile of cat poo sitting on the rubber brush mat usually placed in front of the catbox. Cursing, I charged into the bedroom, and found another redolent pile sitting on the (formerly) clean mattress pad that would have been put on the bed tonight.
Cursing redoubled, I wondered what the heck had gotten into the felines -- and spotted the smaller bathroom door. The CLOSED smaller bathroom door. How this happened, I have no idea -- we always keep it open unless occupied because it's where the food bowls are -- but it was indeed closed and I realized that the cats had at least crapped on easily cleanable surfaces, instead of doing it on the carpet.
So I petted them, told them I wasn't mad, and gave them some organic crunchies for being such smart cats. But whoo, their poo does pong a bit.
Come on, Friday!
And not for the usual reasons. My brand-new Sealy mattress/box
spring combo will be delivered sometime on Friday, and I cannot wait because
I would be perfectly happy to set my current bed on fire at the moment.
Why, you ask? Because it's sagging badly in the middle, and I've been having more and more problems with pressure points as a result, culminating in this morning when I woke up sweaty and miserable from shooting pains up going all the way down into the sole of my left foot and an extremely tender muscle/tendon/whatever in my left forearm. The two most painful spots are actually on my back, one high up on my left shoulder and one smack in the middle of the shoulder blades.
I'm seriously eyeing one of the local Massage Envy places for a theraputic massage after work, as the right-hand back muscles are starting to twinge from having to take up so much slack, and I can't really afford to take time off due to a bad back right now.
I think I'm sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week. This sort of pain just sucks.