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So midnightoak and lucian_albrecht are coming this evening so that we can enmasse travel down to Monmouth tomorrow for gran's celebration of the big 90.

This has lead to me making sure that the double bed in the spare room can actually be used and the floor of our spare bed/crafting/hobby/storage room is actually visible for what has to be the first time since before Artificer in October. When, most likely, it was cleaned for much the same reason.

The downside of this is that my lungs now feel like I've got the dust of a thousand dead crafting projects in them. The Upside is that I can now use this floor space for the pattern laying out and material cutting that my current projects inevitably need.

So without much further ado I shall return to said task after my necessary break for food and drink.

Edit: Oh and for those interested in such things I've posted an ic post in the Artificer Forum

It's been quite a while since I was ill quite this often (twice in four weeks is novel for me)...and I am not enjoying it. Lets be honest none of us really like being ill. You don't have the energy to do anything and if you did you feel guilty that you aren't doing what you should be.

With no real way of combatting my current cold, bar herbal teas (in large quantity) and the odd steaming of the brain, I've slowly made my way through most of the tissues in the house. The only thing that implies that I'm fighting back is my random lapses into sleep where my body pulls at my consciousness so hard that I can fall asleep in the middle of plot laden conversation, much to the amused annoyance of choccoweeble who hadn't noticed, being behind her laptop screen at the time.

So it's Saturday...a slightly less guilt ridden day to be ill as I have no plans. My brother is on his way over with a shirt and jumper he's accidentally dyed pink, in the hope that I can accomplish some form of rescue. The living room looks like Larp exploded all over it and I'm wondering if I can muster the energy to do what I should have done on Monday to clean it away.

I'm bored as heck...Really. I've not the mental dexterity amongst all the cotton wool to do anything constructive and I'm beginning to feel isolated. Strange how being ill makes the time I would have been on my own anyway rather more boring than otherwise.

If you're online and fancy a chat it would certainly improve the outlook of my day. You needn't worry about me sounding pitiful as conversation always cheers me up, unless you phone me...my voice has gone funny and pitiful is a side effect. This is the main reason I thought work was a bit of a loss. Even if I could focus enough to do it, answering the phone would have been a disaster.

So having had quite a nice week without choccoweeble in the house (Mainly due to lots of people ensuring that I got dragged away from being on my own.) Amongst them midnightoak and lucian_albrecht who whisked me off to Wales for the weekend.

I spent Tuesday night in Liverpool, once I righted myself from going astray in Warrington. Seriously without a navigator I'm hopeless...I doubled my journey time.

Wednesday I spent discussing causing an apocalypse of sorts with odd consequences. Highlights being Japan suddenly becoming an isolated high tech society far better equipped than anywhere else on the planet and, strangely, the suggestion that Canada and Mexico (Apocalypses make strange allies) should gang up on the US in order to stop them interfering with the saving of the planet. For those of my f-list in the US, I'm sure you would be right there helping them not opposing them. ;)

Tonight I set myself the task that I had promised to accomplish before choccoweeble got home. I cleaned the kitchen and livingroom. With the obligatory loud music to bop and sing too, I've now made our living room very shiny and the kitchen mostly shiny too.

Oh and for those who follow my random comments on weight loss, despite a week where I had takeaway (tandoori chicken) and two restaurant meals I still managed to loose 1 lb. Seriously I don't know how...

Now I'm off to make a concerted effort to actually be in bed before midnight today. Good night all.