In the past 24 hours...
..we have had at least three earthquakes, right bloody under us. All of these occurred either within a split second of Steven entering or exiting the room. Something to that, I think. ...Five boxes of facial issues have been extinguished. Mysteriously. ...My drug of choice had become cherry NyQuill, Walgreen's generic (because I am frugal...or cheap. And it tastes like rat's ass no matter what you call it.) ...the house has been cleaned in desperation mode; the delightful Dawn arrives this evening. Now to shower and pass out quietly. ...Steven had said I look thinner. He was kind enough to not say that I look a particularly attractive shade of gray/green and my hair looks like an out of season hedge. He does edit well, that one.