Inside of a Dog, It's Too Dark to Read

I feel somewhat better today.

I say that because I had a fairly lousy weekend, due to the mess I found when I got home from work Thursday (read: Friday before dawn), which turned into the scare I found. See, Annie might have separation anxiety, but that doesn't explain the... explosion in the crate. I had the girls separated because Meissa, the wench, is in heat again already and it was easier to crate them together than leave one alone and the rest of the horde loose.


However, after I secured them in the kitchen, started hauling dirty things outside, starting the laundry, deposited that which should go in the toilet in the toilet... that sounded wrong, didn't it? and otherwise started to sort things out, I found two puddles of blood in the kitchen. Not spots, puddles. As I started to pull soiled bedding out of the crate, that's when I saw what must have been the first spots.

Engage EEEK MODE. Vet wouldn't be open for another 2-3 hours.

Turns out he didn't notice anything outstanding, other than leftover blood when he took a sample. It could have been the plastic picture frame Gemma (probably) disassembled the other day. It could have been one of the seeming flock of dead birds showing up in my yard lately (I think the Puppy might be a stealth bird dog). One way or another, she didn't seem to be overly lethargic from the incident, and I've seen no problems since. Marmesh gave her meds, too. Still scary, though.

Related to this, and having to clean up so much (my poor carpet!) and maybe something I ate, not only was I feeling generally down, but I also found myself getting really groggy at all sorts of odd times during the weekend. I just sort of drooped sideways and napped where I sagged, to wit: living room floor, using my sort of computer seat as a pillow. I seemed to take 4-hour naps on the whole. It seemed to wear off some time Sunday night, for which I was grateful, because it kinda creeped me out.


G. said something really nice (and amusing) to me earlier. She said, and I paraphrase poorly, I notice a lot of things people miss. I told her that was reassuring, because I feel so dense so often. She replied, 'You're not dense, just congested.'

*heeheehee*


Finding gaming miniatures to represent female characters that are not Frazettan nudist exhibitionists can be a real trial. I happened to spot these Dark Heaven 'Reaper Miniatures' figures while looking for historical/fantasy movies with female swordfighters and was pleasantly surprised to find:

1. Normal proportions
2. Complete outfits of clothing
3. Pretty nice sculpting in general
4. NORMALLY-PROPORTIONED FEMALES IN CLOTHES

Yes, it's redundant, because it's important. They also have several handsome elven figures, females of all sorts of professions, but all the elves are together and not separated by gender. The female sea-elf is pretty neat - she looks very 'flowy'.

This reminds me of what The Patricia was saying about having 'travelling gods' not too long ago. Alas, these wouldn't suit even if they're the right size, because they're metal and therefore able to take over aircraft at a single bound - at least, that's what TSA thinks. Bah. But some of them might just hit the right note with others. There's a witch-figure in the collection for instance, Welshy pointed hat and all, who's beautifully rendered and not at all mundane-Halloweeny.


I thought I might have had something else to post, but it's rather departed my so-called brain. I must think about mail and hemming instead.

Mostly because I didn't have it.

Because I didn't have the nearly $300 co-pay.

Nor will I in the near future (meaning, 'days' if not 'weeks').

So there we have it. Or, actually, not.