Grump Central Archive: Week of 6 December 2020

Saturday, 12 December 2020

I've been running flat out for the last two days straight, so I've got to be heading for a brick wall at some point.

Friday, 11 December 2020

Sorry for the late post, had to deal with a minor emergency (not mine), and all is well now. The above sunrise got me out of the house yesterday, to walk down the driveway for a better view. It was just a bit disconcerting that I had to lie down for a while after that ridiculously short hike.

Thursday, 10 December 2020

No, it didn't snow yesterday (although it did flurry for a few minutes); the image is from exactly three years ago today, when I began the daily Grump Reports. At the time I was living in my little cabin, while the half-built house sat rotting. I had no idea my little ritual would last, and while I've contemplated quitting it a few times over the years, I could not possibly foresee why it will be coming to and end soon.

Wednesday, 9 December 2020

Sifting through my 2,935 kitty pictures, I noticed an interesting trend. After Bobby's arrival in November 2016, he settled in quite comfortably, and within two years he'd become a chunky monkey (above left). At that point I feared his weight was a potential health problem, so I put him on Iams weight control food, which worked surprisingly well: by May 2019 he was beginning to show signs of improvement (above center), and four months after that he was down to a normal, healthy weight (above right), where he's been ever since.

Tuesday, 8 December 2020

On the mend, although it's a slower process than it used to be.

Monday, 7 December 2020

Yesterday was one of the worst days I've had to endure in quite a long time. When I started feeling chills in the morning, I went into a panic fearing I had Covid. But the chills gave way to incontrollable shivering, and I knew what it was: food poisoning. After shivering violently under a pile of blankets for a half-hour, I began an hour and a half of retching and dry heaves. Already at zero energy, by the afternoon I was suffering an energy deficit; just walking from the bed to the bathroom was a major struggle. Now I'm into the aftermath: aching stomach muscles, sore throat, chronic cough and a splitting headache. This is just the sort of thing I didn't need to have happen right now. It may be days before I fully recover. Meanwhile, we've been dropped into the freezer, with lows in the low 20s, which means fires every morning to help the heat pump keep up.

Sunday, 6 December 2020

I can't help but wonder if I'll make it to 2021. My energy level is at an all-time low; just getting up out of a chair is a struggle.

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