sick,paperface,spelling,lump,horses (aka a rambling post)

I've been sick. A kind of cold, flu, bug type thing. Just very tedious and very tiring. I stayed home for three days and worked from the desk in the back room. Very kind of me I believe, as I quarantined the darn thing - if only everyone were so considerate I wouldnt have caught it in the first place. (you know who you are!)

I've no desire to get into a sick-off (see the very funny steven-short-stories.blogspot.com for more on this topic). But others in the house were also sick - only the grown man had to take himself off to bed and have silence and isolation. Woman and kids continued to drag on regardless. I draw no conclusion but felt this worth a mention.

Daylight saving came into force this weekend (spring forward) which means its dark in the mornings when I try to get up. I'm amazed at how this sets me back. How I survived in Scotland ever, I dont know. Last week I was bouncing out of bed at 6am without a thought. This week I'm like a corpse rising when the alarm goes off. I only lost an hour - I presume its mostly psychological but it feels very real.

Also, this week, I ran out of my favourite $6 per gallon moisturiser. Because I was sick I couldnt go buy more, so I resorted instead to the $90 stuff lurking on my shelf (yes I am so sad and frivolous that I buy this stuff and then only use it once a month). After 4 days my face looks like its made of newspaper. How can this be? Am I being ripped off by the $90 people? (shah yuh-uh!) Have I over the years killed my skins ability to moisturise itself? Can it no longer produce oil? Whats happening? Should I micro dermabrase to remove the dry flaky bits or let it heal? I need botox and a lift so badly now, its unbelievable. Is this how old I really am? Why did no-one tell me this is what lurks under all that oil i plaster on twice a day? I should SO advertise Nivea cheapo cream, its a miracle potion I tell you.

Just noticed a strange thing as I typed that last bit. Moisturise looks wrong. Moisturize looks right. I'm starting to believe that there is a place for the letter Z in the middle of words. Dear God, things are bad! (and I just pronounced this in my head as zee and not zed - I'm obviously feeble minded and weak)

Spoke to the ENT guy at last. My lump is/was officially a cyst which nature has taken care of it by itself. That was worth the $2,000 medical bills then. Glad I saw so many professionals to get to that conclusion.

Went to a school fundraiser thing a couple of weeks back and bought 6 days in Hawaii. So thats the summer hol taken care of.
Booked a trip to Santa Fe for spring break (Easter week) looking forward to venturing out of the California/NYC circle which has ensnared me for the past year. Must remember to take my cowboy boots - but I'm telling you now, I am NOT catching my own horse again. Last time it took me 20 minutes to edge close enough to the darn thing to get a harness on - and then it bolted anyway. Nope, I want it to pull up all groomed, saddled and held on a short reign for me. None of this horsemanship and hoof cleaning stuff. Get on, ride, get off. That's my kind of riding lesson.