Sleep is becomming ever more elusive, though I am spending more and more time in bed trying to get sleep, or at least some rest. Progress on all my tasks has been slooooooooow. ::sigh::
Harlie has become even more clingy and cuddly. It's cute and sweet most of the time. Sometimes, though, I don't want an eleven pound furry object on my belly. She is completely unperturbed by Baby Fly kicking her--I had figured it would startle her. Nope. Apparently my stomach kicking her is as normal as me petting her in her tiny cat brain.
Lots of crappy bad news in the news today. Urgh. The train bombings in India top that list, as does the story of the rape of an eleven year old in Fresno by ten college students. Syd Barrett dying is up there as well in terms of just being sad.
I only got about three and half hours of sleep. I've eaten and gotten rid of some of the nausea that got me up earlier so I think I will head back to bed for a while. I am too tired to do much else. My eczema is driving me bonkers and I cannot use the meds I usually would use to calm it down. I am not happy with the hands of firey pain.
On a random note, it seems we have finally mostly squirrel-proofed our bird feeder. It was quite the feat, but it has really done the trick. A couple more brazen squirrels can get on it, but it seems to be such an ordeal that most are avoiding it. This is good. The scrub jays continue to rumble in our yard on a weekly basis which entertains Harlie greatly. I do prefer the calmer nature of the mourning dove to that of the spastic jays.
Oh, and did I mention the mockingbirds in our neighborhood have a repertoire complete with a variety of car alarm sounds (including the whole set of those that have variable tones) and cell phone rings? It is very funny and a very intriguing listen.
Ok, time to lie down and read and maybe sleep for a little while.
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