Well, judging by the pain in my ear and neck, the whooshing is more likely an ear infection than anything related to Paxil.  Add in the fact that I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual, and it’s pretty much a sure bet.  Ah, but when to see the doctor?  The van is in for service today, the repairman for the hot tub is coming tomorrow – sometime between 8 and 5 – and the pond guy is coming Wednesday to finish up and get final approval.  By Thursday, am I going to be in too much pain to function?  I suppose the thing is, actually, to call the doctor and find out if there are evening hours.  *sigh* 

The pond, however, looks great.  I can hardly wait for it to warm up enough to sit out in the morning with coffee and newspaper, and hang with hubby there in the evening.  Right now, it’s cold and windy.  Any my ear hurts.

So, since it’s windy and cold, and I already spent plenty of time walking because Carolyn missed the bus and I have no car today, I decided to unpack some more fabric.  This is how I know I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual.  I’m going to have to do it in dribs and drabs, because it’s just so darned overwhelming.  One box at a time. . .

Audrey has learned the art of the groaner.  i had to refine this, because she left out some pertinent details, but here it is – the joke she made up.

Three famous action hero actors are at an improv workshop, and are given the assignment to portray famous composers.

Bruce Lee says “I’ll be Haydn.”

Steven Seagal says “I’ll be Beethoven.”

Arnold Schwarzenegger says “I’ll be Bach.”

Today I’m headed off to South Jersey to visit mom and dad, then saddle them with the grandkids while I go out to dinner with a couple of friends from ModTheSims2.com.  All three of us are excited, because we’re meeting for the first time face to face.  I decided I’d sleep in as late as I could to get a good start – even packed everything in advance.  So at 4:20, Rhonda starts hissing and growling at another cat.  She runs across my body a few times.  Then she perches on the headboard over my head and growls.  This has been happening almost every night, but after an hour of it, I was too angry and hungry to go back to sleep.  She’s really asking for it – this has been going on night after night for more than a week now.  At least she didn’t slash my face, which she has done when the running across my body thing happened above the covers line.

Now, normally I don’t sleep well in different beds, but tonight I’m at mom’s, the next couple I’m at my sister’s, and without the damn cat, I might just sleep better.