endless sleep

slept eight hours and now I feel like Keevan the Vorta... thud...

coffee - drink coffee... more later...

I don't like Sundays..

All right, the caffeine's kicked in now - maybe a little too much...

Mum's feeling a bit better today, the antibiotics have kicked in a little and the fever and swelling are down. She's still in pain and feeling sorry for herself but it doesn't look as though another visit to Casualty is on the cards for today.

Spike is curled up asleep in a patch of sunlight. I spent a year trying to dye my hair to that level of blackness, that doesn't look rusty in even the harshest light, but despite the promises on the box it can't be done. It's a good thing I love him; spending the next fifteen years being continually outshone by my dog would get wearisome otherwise.

long, dark tea time of the soul...

Have I mentioned how I hate Sundays?  I'm posting just to be posting now. This is what I'm listening to:

DIRGE
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1973, 1976 Ram's Horn Music

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,
I've paid the price of solitude, but at least I'm out of debt.

Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I'll soon get over that.

going to the dogs...

This is what I want to do once I start volunteering at the rescue centre:

http://www.coape.f9.co.uk/c6-rar.htm

At the moment I'm not sure if I can get funding for it... we shall see what we shall see.

Good night in the park tonight - Max was there, and Natasha and Hayden and Anna - Anna is only about six and has a crush on Hayden who's sixteen - she's always bugging him to let her ride on his shoulders.  Left a little early because it was a bad mosquito night - even with repellent I'm liable to come home looking like a raspberry.

red in tooth and claw

Today is the second day since we cut the dog food from Spike's diet - he had four raw chicken wings for supper instead. I've already noticed the heat bothering him less... this was my main reason for switching over. Grain is a very heating food and many dogs are better off without it anyway. And Spike's Border Collie work ethic won't allow him to stay still in the heat of the day - I make sure he doesn't exercise without his paddling pool handy.