January 13th, 2008


Great Expectoetions, or: That Darned Cat

So, shadowdaddy, being a softer sell that me, got up at 8 and went to feed the cat. I was in bed, propped up, happily dozing as the Ultra Killer Cough Syrup had not yet worn off.

After a while I realized I could still her him creaking around on the floorboards. I got up to have some water (as usual, I felt totally dried out), then noticed that he was dressed.

"You're up early," I said. "Restless?"

"Yeah," he said, "as I appear to have broken my toe, I'm heading back to the walk in clinic."

"Broken your toe?"

"Yeah, I was heading into the kitchen to feed the cat, and I appear to have had an ill-aligned encounter between the wall and my foot. My toe looks like this," he demonstrated, holding his pinkie out from his hand. I bent down to have a closer look (as I didn't have my glasses on). Yep, that was no direction for a pinkie toe to be pointing.

"Hurt much?"

"A bit. I expect it will hurt more later."

"I'm surpised you didn't tell me."

"I really wanted you to get some sleep." We went around the house trying to find something he could wear on his foot in the cold and wet (solution: my last summer's pink flip flop, fortunately not the ones with the diamante straps, with a plastic bag wrapped around everything as he couldn't possibly get a sock over the toe - that not my idea), then he hobbled downstairs (actually he probably took the elevator) to catch the bus back to Charing Cross. I collapsed again and slept until 11, because I am still sick.

At any rate, I've heard from him, he's bored, he's been x-rayed twice, once before the "readjustment," once afterwards to see if they reset it right, and he should be back in a bit. wechsler is now playing nurse for both of us - he made me breakfast (I had to eat so the pills had something to sit on) and is now doing shopping for us, and will probably go get shadowdaddy's meds when he returns with his prescription.

Me, I'm on the couch and can tell that I need a shower, but I suspect that what's going to happen is that I'm going to fall over and go back to sleep again in just a bit.
Sea dragon

Update on Proust's Sodom and Gomorrah

I have, sadly or amusingly, finished two books already this year. Sodom and Gomorrah, unfortunately, is not one of them. And, well, I haven't really been much up for reading it in the last week. That said, I'm at page 444, 70 away from the end, and not the least bit closer to getting a hardback copy of the Penguin new translation of The Prisoner and the Fugitive. What, did every library in the world buy a copy before it went out of print, and now no one will let go of theirs? Is a hardback copy of this novel just not an impulse purchase? Me, I need a copy I can carry around for five months or so and paperback just isn't cutting it. I don't want to hear any BS about US copyright law* keeping me from getting one, I just want the freaking book!

Oh yeah, and here's my schedule for the week. Key element: do nothing after work.

Sunday: nap sporadically, fetch things for shadowdaddy, drink hot toddies.
Monday: work, come home, see how shadowdaddy is doing.
Tuesday: work, come home, let wechsler make dinner for us.
Wednesday: work, come home, REALLY hope this cold is on its way out. Maybe see a movie across the street.
Thursday: work, come home, pack.
Friday: work, panic about trip, possibly go to birthday party. Please let the cold be over.
Saturday: er, leave on trip. This will be interesting ...

*It's sold out in England but hasn't even made it to the printers in the US, in case you care, and probably you don't.