this morning, worrying bout my NOLA job.  i must be all better.  let’s see if i can get this evening’s 4-9 shift, after which a new week begins on Wednesday.  i hope they’re still willing to schedule me, since there hasn’t been anything for a week.

Edit: just talked to tom.  he is working me in this evening so he can go to the doctor, yay!  so maybe my life will restart.  i also spoke with unemployment, which had only paid me for one week out of two (i must say that i’ve had to call every time, but the people i get are helpful and understanding!)  they released my money for the second week (out of which they subtract $100 for my tip money that check) and supposedly have set me up so i can claim through saturday and then that will be that.  the arts & crafts job starts a week from today, at last.  i think i will once again attempt to tear everything apart to find my passport, since i have to show my social security card to yet another person and am dubious about them accepting this 35-year-old stub (walnut creek!) as readily as jackie did, and i sure don’t want any more snafus at the finish line!

better, much better, but still not 100%.  i did go down to knitting for a couple of hours (got materials for a carpetbag which will complete a set) but i don’t think i’ll go today to the club.  i was up until 3, of course, since i was awake and doing at last, but i’m very physically tired today and i think i’ll just take it easy.  looks like it’s gonna rain;it was 85 degrees yesterday. sigh.

i realized yesterday that switching to this scrineblog has lost some folks along the way, whom i once read and who once read me.  but chris?  can i lose chris?  well, this shoutout worked once before, so it will probably work here, chris being Everywhere, as he is.  even on frappr now, chris is.  and i met some folks once because they just added anybody chris knew, willy-nilly without reservation, how that for recommendation?

yo, chris!  i’m over here!

um, maybe not.  i finished unpacking the things that weren’t perishable (dirty laundry, now that was perishable) and even found my glasses, but now i seem to be as weak as jo’s jupiter.  my, my. litle tiny voice.  i bathed.  that may be it for the nonce.

i am Truly Better.  the acheys have receded, i was even out in the living room to drink my coffee.  i guess i really did have Something, since whatever it was is gone!  Yay!  I may even go down to knitting today, to see if that’s where i left my life.  Woot! (as i have learned to say.)  She’s back!

taking back my life here.  i’m tired of lying around and yet can’t seem to be able to stop.  the acheys, i am hopeful, exited in a last blast of worry during the night, when i curled up in a little ball that stretched out my spine in a way opposite to the way i’d been curled up all day, and fell asleep in that position.  day-for-night websurfing here and it ain’t necessarily good.

so today, as soon as i get off this thing and drink my coffee and eat my faux beignets, and finish my k.j. fowler book that i got in the airport going out to woolfcamp and still haven’t finished—one of the most alarming things about going online is that i no longer read a book in a gulp, my gulps being reserved now, it seems, for day-for-night websurfing—as soon as i’m tired of that…i will find something else to do, i’m sure.  the candidates are legion, surely something will occur.

working all day on setting up flickr and frapr and fluppy and such and now i find that it would, after all, be o so convenient to have a link to post right there with my home and scrine and account link like you offered me in the first place, deus, and i said oh, no, no, i don’t need one but now i do.  so i cast my entreaties skyward and hope i don’t get a birdplop, but instead a posting link after all because scrine is such a benevolent deity, and a forgiving one.

still with the acheys, but the ibuprofen seems to be mopping it up some.  i wish we weren’t all so paranoid of flu this year.  i didn’t get a flu shot and i don’t have insurance, that’s enough to be paranoid about without this bird thing, huh?  so i want to be sure to take it easier and out of the line of fire if i’ve got even the simplest symptom.

but it’s boring.  i went to the grocery yesterday and spent 60 bucks, but somehow forgot to buy much food.  i think i will go out somewhere today again, hoping i can go pour cafe at nola tomorrow morning, or something.

anyway, here it is afternoon already and i’ve done not much.  i’m getting tired at last of living in my computer.  up! out!  clean something!  like laundry, have i told you about the laundry?

i seem to have mislaid it somewhere, my life.  i was home for about 24 hours before i realized i had one, that it wasn’t just in semele’s screen here, which has blossomed into enough communities for two or three lives now. isn’t it always the way.  but anyway, i seem unable to pick up any threads.  to wit:

my house looks like grace’s living room on sunday night, only moreso.  i had a house once, where did it go?  gotta find that.
i seem to have come down with the flu.  achey achey achey, enough to give me an excuse for lying in.
my other communities have gone on in my absense, of course, when will i ever catch that up?
there’s all this uploading and bookmarking, and increased blog traffic….

sigh.  i went to publix and spent $63 on bagels, strawberries and cleaning supplies.  maybe buying cleaning supplies will work, huh?  or, no, i actually have to wield them i suppose.  so instead i compose a response to kristie’s latest post, a drop in the bucket of woolfcamp.  maybe i’ll have a bagel.

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.  i keep looking for the pace to get petty.  i will clean the house.  i will eat ibuprofen and clean and then I will remember what it is i’m supposed to be doing, right?  there was something…....strawberry?

I’ve decided to borrow this one from Dr. Summers as the answer to all “future” considerations:

“I have reluctantly concluded that the rifts between me and segments of the Arts and Sciences faculty make it infeasible for me to advance the agenda of renewal that I see as crucial to [my] future…”

I, however, will be reuniting that infinitive.