Fever breaks and toilet brains
So, I'm alive.
After about two hours at work yesterday I decided to call it a 'fuggit day'. I hate wasting vacation days, but there comes a point when you just cannot force yourself to stay at work. I was just sitting there watching the screen waver in front of me, and I snapped at one of my coworkers. Normally I like snapping at them, but I felt the way I acted yesterday was uncalled for. So I dragged myself home.
Even though I had slept almost all day Sunday I fell right into the bed and slept another day away. It felt heavenly. Later on I got up and had some soup and garlic bread for lunch, then went and lay down in the sunroom and watched the rain. I then fell asleep again. When I woke up several hours later I had that slightly sweaty slightly relived feeling I get when a fever breaks.
One of my toilet's brains exploded yesterday. That is the little control mechanism found within the toilet tank. An aged piece of plastic had shattered, filling up the tank with no overflow control. I walked down to the tub room to see a big spillage of water creeping across the room. To my surprise, I was not upset. Compared to the great shit explosion that I had gone through in the past, this was nothing but a little clean water. I shut off the toilet and put my super fan on the carpet. It's currently drying it out nicely. I'll pick up a new toilet brain this weekend, preferably a smarter one.
We have a tropical storm squatting over Florida right now like a big wet sponge. Actually, it's rather nice. It's brought the heat down from a blistering 95 to a cool 75. I actually had my a/c units shut off last night. The outside world has simply become soggy, however. Wherever you step a little squishy sound is heard. Even on the concrete. All my cats were in the house last night because it was too wet outside for their catty sensibilities. They ended up annoying me, rushing around the house, batting each other, and yowling for food when their food bowl was clearly full. Brats.
I looked out the window and saw Hitler-cat huddled against the rain. Poor cat.
I just looked in my lunch bag in the fridge here at work that I packed yesterday morning when I was not thinking too clearly. It contained a microwave meal, a pickle, and half a wedge of cheese. Heh. Mmm. Cheese.
I was thinking about corn last night. I want some. Its currently corn season and I want a half a dozen big 'ol ears all hot and freshly cooked and slathered in butter and salt. Yum. I did not go to the Zellwood corn festival this year. Apparently it's gone downhill. People waited in a long line in the sun to get in, and they charged an outrageous 25 bucks to get in. The Zellwood festival used to be about free corn. 25 bucks a person is not free corn. It's really not anyone's fault, though. The festival used to be have dozens of farms in the area donating extra corn that they grew. Now there is only a single farm supporting the festival. No wonder they have to charge 25 bucks.
No surprise to me. Nothing is free.
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