Thursday, November 30, 2006

What the hell do I do now!?

I had put off planning for my time off thinking I wouldn't have any for another month. There are a few projects I can work on, I just wasn't mentally ready to start them this week. They are:

Treehouse of Horror 2007
This was originally planned for 2006 but the wedding bumped it up. Ian and I wrote this story for the Simpsons comic, a really fun story that I was looking forward to drawing. If you like Evil Dead, X-Men, Buffy and Friday the 13th... The Series, then you should pick this up next Halloween! I'm waiting on some model sheets so I can begin learning the likenesses.

GQ Magazine
I got a call last week from the editor asking me if I'd like to draw an illustration for their Critic Column. Woo! At first it looked like I wouldn't be able to do something for them until the issue after next but hey, maybe not. I hope to have this one figured out this week.

Thank You Cards
Technically I have a year from the wedding reception to get to these! But it's probably best to just get them out of the way before they become Christmas cards, or worse, next year's Christmas cards. I'm on it!

Swordplay: Treasure of the Island of Treasure!
Next week Ian and Nick Harrison are getting together to start planning the sequel to their cultish hit play Swordplay. As the designer, and overhead improv artist backstage of the last production I'll be involved in creating a whole new nautical look for the upcoming show.

Space Arm: The Comic!
Some of you may have seen this Canadian sci-fi pilot I helped design and construct (if not go watch the episodes on the Official MySpace site). We've been talking about making a comic of the rest of the series' episodes. Work on this will probably begin after I'm off Y.

Various Back-Burnered Writing Projects
Hey, I don't just draw perty pictures! I have a slate of stories I'm developing here, and when I'm done on Y I hope to finally get some of them off the ground. I got an e-mail earlier this evening from a well known publisher complimenting my posts over at the anarchy-fest that can be the Bendis Board, and based on my well composed posts there he wanted to know if I wrote as well. Wow! A potential gig from bitching with 14 year olds all night! If that isn't a kick in the butt to start thinking of some pitches I don't know what is.

Add to that the dollhouse, cleaning up the apartment and the office, banging out some sewing projects and after this week's weather, crocheting myself a new hat, sorting through the jumble doesn't seem so difficult.

Oh, and Gears of War.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And here I thought I was just superhuman.

That break I was having between scripts wasn't the result of me being faster than Brian but from being sorely misinformed. Last summer when I started on the Motherland arc I was told I'd be doing 5 issues, #49-53 followed by two off and then five on to the finish (that last one being double-sized).

I called Brian the other night to check in and learned the schedule had been re-worked a few months back and I was accidentally left out of the loop.

I've been on vacation for over a week!

There are pros and cons to this of course. Pro: yay, time off! Con: nuts! Our January trip to NYC is bumped to later in the year. Pro: Yay! We're not going to be in NYC in (frigid) January! Con: I have to figure out something to do in frigid Vancouver.

And speaking of this frigid berg...

Found this hippie snowman yesterday.



His mouth is made of those poisonous red berries you find on bushes and he has a giant mushroom for a hat. Cute.

Today a new round of snow hit town causing even more havoc on the roads. Ice underneath powder, and dry slush like sand. It made for a challenging hike out to Figmint, this time for lunch with friends who were getting tired of us raving about the place.



They really dug it.

And then we headed over to Futureshop where Ian finally broke down and bought an X-Box 360.

Gears of War, huh? Looks like I have something to do on my break after all.

Monday, November 27, 2006

SNOW!



Holy crap there's a lot of snow outside! In November!

We may be in Canada but Vancouver is notorious for not getting all that much of the white stuff. Heck, last Christmas it was 15 degrees out (that's about 60 degrees fahrenheit for you yanks).

December we usually get a few cold spots, dipping below freezing for a week or so, then it warms up. In January and February, if it's not raining non-stop, we get a couple of days of snow (barely enough to make a snowman because it turns to slush so quickly) and then more rain until June.

Naturally the entire city is in chaos. Cars are skidding all over the roads as their wheels spin stupidly, trees are down, there are pockets of blackouts all over the lower mainland, whiteouts on the number one, schools are closed, restaurants, already hit hard by the boil water advisory (yeah that's still going) have thrown up their hands in frustration and shut their doors, and home and building owners in denial are refusing to salt the sidewalks, if they even shovel them, making a walk through the neighbourhood damn near treacherous.

But walk we did.



We went for sushi, threw snowballs at icicles, and listened to how quiet the world was.



And then we found this adorable little guy,



With the forecast calling for more cold he may stick around for a while.

Back home now, waiting for the heat to kick in and watching the awful trainwreck that is Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. It's not funny! Why can't anyone see that!? And since when do studio execs care what the misanthropes at AICN think?! Jeesus!

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Ian's literary agency, Lucas Talent, held their annual Christmas party last night. Every year there's a theme to dress to, the first one I went to was Moulin Rouge (very fun), then Chicago (didn't like the movie, the party was a good time), last year was burlesque (nice!) and this year was a giant pajama party at the newly restored Commodore ballroom. The giant windows made an exquisite frame for the first snowfall of the year outside making the venue all the cozier inside.

There was flannel, lingerie, lots of bunny slippers, drag queens and plates piled high with yummy grilled cheese sandwiches. And really loud music that made it hard to hear what anyone was chatting about. Good, thumpy music, but loud. It was nice to see all our friends, couldn't hear them very well, but we got to see them and that was fun.

And then the actors who portray Apollo and Baltar walked in. I couldn't bring myself to say hi... Okay, this is incorrect, Baltar walked by at one point to get a drink at the bar and I called out to him so I could say how much I enjoyed BSG, but he couldn't hear me and kept going.

Yep. Good music at that party.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Augie is back home, a little high but wandering about like her old self. She lost quite a few teeth and will have to be on a wet food diet from now on but the vet said he's seen worse. It's a rough thing to go through but once her gums have healed up she'll be feeling a lot better than she has been. The trick now will be administering the antibiotics.

Charlie and Kinsey seem to be happy she's back too. There was a definite anxiety running through the two of them this morning as they paced around and over the bed with this almost accusing look. The balance had been upset and they were not happy about it.

When we picked her up from the vet the staff had nothing but nice things to say about her. That lil' munchkin can sure make an impression.

I stayed in this evening to keep her company which allowed me some time to work on Caitlin's dollhouse. I removed the roof, the top floor and one of the walls which made it a lot easier to strip and sand down. I can start wallpapering soon!

Ian is back from the office and is now cooking a delicious smelling meal. It's a cozy friday night in with my husband and the cats.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend everyone.
It's almost 6am and I'm still up worrying about my lil' cat. Allow me to introduce her,


This is August, also known as Augie or Aug-Bog. It's usually a challenge to get a shot of her when she's not running and hiding under somewhere, hence the blurry-ness of the pic.

She got her name from the month we both became homeless back in 2000. It started at 4am when some asshole in my apartment building decided to get drunk and leave a pot cooking on the stove while he napped on the couch. As I typed away on my computer a little feral Calico living her own nocturnal life in the underground parking garage was probably hunting for food. I'd seen several cats living in a boat parked down there so I'm guessing she was one of them. A few hours later a hundred or so tenants stood outside the building in absolute shock at the destructive power of mac and cheese, and downstairs a very damp firefighter plucked this terrified calico out of her hiding spot and tossed her in a cage.

Days later, as I was settling in a new apartment downtown, trying to get the smoke out of my salvaged belongings, the phone rang. It was my mom calling to tell me about this cat from the fire. She had either read about it or someone had called her to see if she knew anyone who could take one of the many cats pulled from the building. Mom, who already had four cats and two dogs, laid down the guilt trip hard, the way only moms can do, telling me the cats were un-adoptable because they were either too traumatized or feral or whatever and that I should give one a home "so we could both get through this together" or something like that.

I was eager to finally get a cat, that old building didn't allow pets officially but my neighbours had cats and I had been planning ways to sneak one in. The new place didn't care (just like they didn't care about leaving the heat on at night) so I agreed.

We drove out to Queensboro to this semi-rural house on the edge of the industrial park there, where lived a woman who took in problem cats. She showed us a few outdoor kennels where one of the fire cats was housed, a very pretty black cat who hissed and scratched when I tried to go near her. Not the typical "Oh, I don't know you so I'm gonnna hiss until we understand each other" swat and hiss but a "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I EAT YOUR FACE!" kind of hiss. She reeeeally didn't like me. The owner, seeing that I was looking for a more gentle-minded kitty then directed me back to the house, up to the dusty attic, where in the middle of the room stood a large cage with a little orange, white and black bundle in it. A terrified, wide-eyed, shaking little bundle named 'Sparks' by the firefighters.

And I instantly fell in love.

Sparks had been in that cage since the fire, she could not be picked up, could not be petted because she would just flee in terror. She couldn't be adopted out at the SPCA or PetsCo because the comings and goings of all the people eager to touch a feel a new potential companion would go badly, if not give her a heart attack. I asked what would happen to her if she couldn't be adopted and the woman said that she'd do her best to rehab the cat but if it didn't work out Sparks would be let loose to live in the surrounding fields, with food provided near the kennels if she wanted.

All I could see was the eventual run-in with a coyote or a dump truck. I decided to give it a go and then was the very long process of coaxing her into a carrier. I had to climb into the cage to pry her from the corner, jumping at every twitch she made. I wasn't used to the reactions of a feral animal, so unlike those of a regular cat. She didn't show any aggression at all, no swatting or meowing, just hisses. Not angry hisses, just "this is all I have to tell you to leave me alone so please go away" kind of hisses. Finally she leapt into the carrier and we went back downstairs to take care of the paperwork. I asked if it was okay to change her name because Sparks just didn't fit her. It would be a while before I came up with August, maybe because it sounded gentler and nobler at the same time. Plus the whole fateful date that brought us together thing... but anyway, continuing with the story.

Back at the apartment her first move was to take up shop behind the TV cabinet. She squished herself in there good and tight, balancing on her back legs on the heat register in that tiny space and wouldn't move. She peed on the register she was so scared. I was already wondering if this was a good idea. I didn't care about the floor so much as putting her through crazy amounts of stress. Did she really deserve this?

This became even more of a concern when one day she crammed herself into the miniscule space behind the stove. Ian and I had to move the fridge and maneuver open the pot drawer to free her and it freaked the hell out of me thinking of how she could have hurt herself back there.

At one point I herded her into the bathroom so she could have some privacy and space. It seemed to work for an hour or so. That is until I tried to feed her. She had dry food but I wanted to give her a treat to set up a truce of some sort so I grabbed a can of tuna and walked into the bathroom with the can opener. I showed her the can, talked to her gently about how yummy it was and started to crank the thing open.

And then my hand slipped.

And the opener crashed into the tub near where she was tucked into the corner.

In the craziest matrix-like move I'd ever seen, she leaped straight up about four feet, launched herself from the wall and sailed right over my head where I was kneeling by the tub. Right clean over my head! And then she raced out the open door into the bedroom and parked herself under the bed.

Where she remained for the next 5 months.

Every day I'd slide a dish of food and water under the bed into the little crawl space under the headboard. At night, when I went to sleep she would rush out to use the litter box and then rush right back to safety. On nights I was up late I would have to take time to get into bed, turn out the light and pretend I was asleep so she could use the box, and after she was back under the headboard I'd get back up and finish whatever it was I was doing.

Around month two I started leaving the bowls next to the bed and when it was safe, she would come out and eat. Eventually I had the bowls by the door in the hallway. Each time she saw me, she would hiss, but again, not in an angry defensive way but as if she were meowing.

At month 6, as I was setting down food in the hall, Augie walked up to me and hissed. Only this hiss ended in a strangled squeak. It shocked the hell out of me. She did it again, this time drawing out her squeak into a very weird sounding meow. More like an "Aaaoowp!" I couldn't believe it, I e-mailed Ian next door right away "SHE MEOWED! HOLY SHIT SHE MEOWED!" And she wouldn't stop, she seemed downright pleased with her discovery and squeaked up a storm after that.

There were so many milestones like this. It wasn't long until Charlie came into our lives (more about him later) and then things really got interesting as he started to pull Augie even more out of her shell.

It was two years later, in a whole new apartment, on a new bed that Augie climbed up while I was reading and stepped, voluntarily, onto my lap. I tell you, I burst into tears at that moment. It was a brief visit but more would follow to the point today where I can pat the armrest on the couch and she'll hop up onto my lap and promptly drool all over my clothes, curl up and nap. I can pick her up for short spells and listen to her purr, and when we go to the vet she'll stuff her head into the crook of my arm and pretend she's somewhere else.

I love my little Aug-Bog.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Last week I noticed Augie was missing a fang and today I took her to the vet to get her checked out. Turns out she's got some major decay on one side and will have to get some surgery in the morning. She's pretty much feral (she's comfortable with me but is still very skittish around others) and it's always been difficult to get a look at her mouth but she seemed fine. I should have had her in sooner.

Gah.

Stressful day.

Monday, November 20, 2006

I'm in one those very rare interregnums where I finish an issue before Brian has the next script ready to start. These are times I can be a complete guilt-free slug or go into a hyperactive do-everything-I've-been-putting-off phase, relishing my freedom like a kid who just got the Snow Day call from school. So far it's been a bit of both.

Saturday was slug day, sitting in the lounger, surfing online, contemplating loud projects like sanding the dollhouse some more but not quite getting the energy up. When Vic called to go see Borat I was reluctant, wanting instead to just sit and stare at the TV. When we got to the theater I was grumpy and wanted nothing more than to go out into the lobby and play Area 51. Fortunately a bear hung out of an ice cream truck window scaring little kids and that kept me in there long enough to see an unforgetable scene involving two naked men fighting in a hotel room.

Sunday I thought was going to be a repeat of Saturday. Ian, Riel and I were scheduled for a cooking class at FigMint (that fabulous restaurant we ate at last week) and I didn't get enough sleep but when Riel called seeking motivation for her own inability to get out of bed I got a second wind and we all agreed to get our butts in gear.

And I'm glad we did. Chef Humphries and Anderson were there to teach preparation techniques including how to properly filet a trout, cut fruits and vegetables, prepare pasta, and make ganache topped banana and peanut butter torts.


My trout was a disaster but I had a great time slicing wedges out of a pink grapefruit and whipping pasta through a hand cranker. Ian had been wanting to learn cutting techniques for ages and he got to try his hand on a mass of eggplant. It was so cool seeing his eyes light up at the results.

When we were finished the staff went off with all the prepped foods, taking them to the kitchen to finish cooking and plating while we had cocktails.


The restaurant was busy with the brunch crowd so it would have been too busy in the kitchen to have us in there (not to mention the liability issues involved, especially with the boil water advisory still going on). Instead we watched a video on the bar TV detailing the final process.

And then we got to eat our goatcheese stuffed tortellini...


Followed by dessert


Afterwards we walked back to the office where I worked on the stack of sketch requests that had been piling up. I was quite satisfied with the outcome, an armful of envelopes ready to hit the post office in the morning.

A good day. Here's hoping Brian will take his time proofing issue 53 *wink*.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Finished the last two pages this morning, just in time to join Ian on his visit to the Urban Rush studio where he was participating in a roundtable discussion on current events. The hot topic being of course, the boil water advisory going on throughout the city.

Afterwards we walked up Burrard, saw that Imperial Dim Sum was open and had a quick lunch. From there we walked up to the FedEx office where the extended hours finally caught up with me and I started to fade over the forms.

Stumbled into a cab, shuffled home, shambled into bed and crashed 'till ten.

And just now I realise I forgot to take the leftover dumplings out of my purse.

Fuck.

Here's a really funny video...

Thursday, November 16, 2006

These last two pages are laid out and I should have them done by tonight.

Neck is feeling better.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Tuesday I woke up after only 4 hours of sleep and I was in a crazy amount of pain. My body wanted to turn over and try a different position but I couldn't even lift my head without stabbing shocks. I was a big moany baby about it and the sleep deprivation wasn't helping. Ian wanted desperately to help so I went with the last resort: Robaxacet. I've taken in before and though effective it left me very stupid and walking into walls. Whatever, I needed to get rid of this thing. Ian (God bless him I love him so much) ran out and bought a package. When he handed it to me he said, "the Pharmacist said you should take two" to which I replied that I should probably only take one in case of any weird interactions.

This led to a 'discussion' about my annoying habit of undermedicating myself which led to me throwing up my arms in tired frustration and popping two tablets in my mouth "There, two, fine!"

And then I read the indications on the box. Well, I tried to, the writing was so tiny and my eyes were all bleary, and I couldn't find a section about side effects. Giving up I turned the box over and read the front, there in bright yellow letters: CONTAINS CODEINE.

"Oh shit" I say.

"What?" says Ian, fuming a bit in the other room.

"There's Codeine in this."

"Is that bad?"

"I'm allergic to Codeine."

"Fuck!"

Quick backstory. I had some back strain about 7 years ago and was prescribed T-3s or T-4s for a few days and developed an itchy spot on my forearm. The indications said to call a doctor in case this happened which I did, a nurse I spoke to said that I was allergic and should stop taking it. I insisted that I didn't mind having an itchy arm and she said that it could lead to a more severe reaction so stop taking it. This of course led to an interesting experience a few years later when I went in for day surgery to remove a lump on my cervix. The standard painkiller for the achiness afterward was Codeine but because of the "itchy arm incident" the surgeon gave me Oxycontin, the sledgehammer of painkillers, a sledgehammer with a great big Cadillac logo on it, which on top of being a day long high made a trip to the UBC campus A&W very memorable ("Dude! This is the BEST burger I ever HAD!").

So my first thought looking at the Codeine label was "Well, do I stuff my fingers down my throat or just wait and see what happens?"

The pain in my neck answered that. On one hand, I really wanted the ache to end and on the other, throwing up with a neck in this much pain just seemed so much worse than a trip to the hospital.

And fortunately it turned out fine. A little itchy arm, a little itchy leg and whole lot of goofy wooziness. I could also move my head.

Ian had to do a show at Yuk Yuk's so Vic came over to keep an eye on me "so I wouldn't die or anything". We watched House and had ice cream.

I crashed at midnight and again I woke up after only 4 hours feeling stiff. I could try the meds again but I'm not comfortable going to sleep while using it. Right now I've got a rice-filled sock nuked warm on my neck. If anyone wants to make one of these for aches and pains I would recommend Jasmine rice, smells great.

The rain is pounding outside. We've got a huge storm front over us at present and people all over the mainland are freaking out over flooding (the brief tsunami watch this morning certainly spiced up the anxiety for a while there).

I'm going to try and sleep some more. Hopefully the rain will do it's rhythmic job of knocking me out. This afternoon, if the office is still there, I'll be doing some work.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Yesterday I woke up feeling good and ready to work. I got dressed and checked my e-mails and noticed a little stiffness in my neck. I must've pulled something in my sleep but no biggie, it was minor. I went to meet Ian for lunch and started noticing it more. Annoying but not bad. Got to the office and started to work... and then my neck was almost immobile with pain. Jeez but it was bad. Little movements resulted in knife-like spasms all through my back! Ian picked up a thermal patch for me to try and though pleasant, it didn't do much to solve the problem. As soon as I took it off, the muscles would hurt even more. After several hours trying to draw I decided to chuck it all in a case and go home.

I figured I'd have a lie down and try heating it up under a blanket but that didn't work either. Finally crankiness got the better of me and it seemed best to just distract myself with work.

I set up in the living room and finished 5 pages. I thought I'd only get to 4. I may have overworked a couple of panels on one page, the script called for a lot of emotion and I was having trouble finding the right layout. I'm still not totally sure of the transition but the feeling is there so I'll leave it at that.

Two more left for this issue. I should have it done by Thursday, Friday at the latest if this neck keeps up. Now to try some sleep.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Went out for dinner with friends this evening at a new restaurant called Figmint and holy cow how great was the food there!

There's a hotel on the corner of 12th and Cambie, kitty corner to City Hall, (the same hotel that hosted V-Con a few years ago, yeah the one I thought was hosting it this year but wasn't blah blah blah). It's an okay hotel with some dated Laura Ashley-ish decor, and the restaurant there, formerly a tropical rattan and sail canvas nightmare recently underwent a complete overhaul. Now it's a gorgeous lounge with clean lines, open space, subdued music, great lighting, really cute waiters and an eating experience thoroughly contemporary, adventurous and downright giggle-worthy on the enjoyability scale.

I started with one of their crafted drinks (that's right, I had some booze) a lovely concoction called Mint, a mojito-like drink with an infusion of concord grapes and 'gunpowder' mint which led Vic to claim "It's like an insurrection in your mouth!" Subtle, gentle flavours flowed in quick succession with the rum barely perceptible save for the numbing sensation in my arms shortly afterward. Great drink.

There were five of us and we each decided to try a different appetizer so we could sample amongst ourselves: beef tartar, prawn with pork scratchings and greens, double baked Gruyere with port roasted pears, scallops and oysters. Once the waiter saw that we were seriously into the meal he got the chef to come out and chat as the main dishes were brought in (a wonderful beef and onion tart tatin dish, lamb, veal cheeks and goat cheese and sweet pepper tortelini). He was surprisingly young (also cute) and very pleasant. The waiter recommended a wine with Riel's veal that we all tried, Caymus's Conundrum that smacked the tongue with a prickly opener, dissolving into pretty fruity-ness.

After an incredibly satisfying meal we moved onto dessert where once again we were stunned by the spread. Vic and I had the Chocolate Tasting that included a tiny tart, mousse brulee and a kahlua/chocloate drink served in a shooter topped by a handmade and hand-toasted marshmallow with a side of homemade concord raisins and rich port with a kick. Riel had a beautiful Pavlova and Ian went with an incredible layout called the Cheese Progression: four cheeses, four accompaniments (from roasted nuts to a sweet honeycomb) and four types of scotch including an 18 year old Glenlivet. Wow.

There's a dessert called Grape described as jelly and peanut butter milk, something the waiter said was created by the chef because the flavours of peanut butter and jelly were his favourite. I'd really like to see what that is sometime because it sounds neat.

And surprisingly, not as expensive as you might think. Sure it's a special occasion kind of place but the prices are pretty reasonable for what you get: excellent food and a very comfortable atmosphere, perfect for dinner with friends.

So the food critic in me highly recommends it.

Tomorrow is a civic holiday and I plan to spend it in the office getting caught up on these pages.

Friday, November 10, 2006

I've got 5 pages coming along here and with the extra two I should have this batch out by Tuesday.

Lulu is visiting again while a window is being replaced at her home following a burglary. She's handling it okay, there's a lot of hissing and territorial posturing going on but then it settles down and all the cats end up napping in the same room.

Great quote from Ian tonight: "That guy has been at death's door for so long he should be paying rent."

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Added to my list of the greatest things you'll hear from your partner upon waking are the words "Rumsfeld resigned."

It kinda feels like Christmas this morning. I won't go into a ranting ramble about how the republicans are evil or any crap like that but I will say that I am so very heartened by the turnout of yesterday's elections. Seeing line-ups down the street, hearing about huge jumps in absentee ballot requests (from thirty thousand to over a hundred thousand? wow!) and it just gives me hope that people are caring enough to get up and change things when change is needed.

Here's to change.

And hopefully to dumping those hideous Diebold machines!

Monday, November 6, 2006

On the eve of the midterm elections, a lovely parable narrated by Orson Welles, Freedom River.



We found this today among some old cartoons, it's very inspiring.
Don't forget to get out there and vote tomorrow. There are issues that need to be addressed and corrupt assholes who need to be tossed out and it is your responsibility as a citizen to make sure the checks and balances remain strong.

And if I hear you stayed home because "voting don't mean nothing no more" well trust me when I tell you that if it's within earshot you will get pinched. Hard.
This batch is done and going out on Monday's run.

I'm still a bit congested but otherwise I'm back to scratch and ready to tear through these last 7 pages. Yay!

And just to make my sister feel a little extra guilty (she opted for sushi with relatives tonight), Ian cooked up the most AMAZING steak and risoto dinner. Wowee wow wow! I loooove my husband's cooking! Not to worry though, there are some very delicious leftovers in the fridge.

Right now we are going through a crazy amount of rain, I think the forecast is for two inches overnight. That's November for you. In case anyone out there is thinking of a relocate to Vancouver, please consider this little factoid first: the chances of getting three dry days in a row in the month of November are only 15%.

Sure the summers are becomming more and more sun drenched in recent years but fall and winters here are still a giant sponge.

The rain is nice to sleep to.

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Finally got my head clear enough to do some drawing today. Almost there. Another couple of days should do it for this batch.

The scratchy throat may be gone but now there's a lot of messy sneezing. Ick.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

I decided to give this cold a name, Atanarjuat because it's a fast runner and it makes you feel like you're stranded on an iceberg without any clothes on.

So after my last entry I was back in bed, sleeping, sweating, tossing and turning with furious dreams. We both woke up at around 4pm, feeling a bit better. My throat was less scratchy anyway. Right now I'm getting my energy back, having some food and watching Lost.
After not seeing Ian for a few days it was highly unlikely that he would be quarantined in another room due to his cold and as expected, I am now hit hard by this beastly bug. I managed a few hours in the office yesterday, coming home early for our annual Halloween stroll through the neighbourhood. The weather was clear and crisp and the old houses in the area made for just the right amount of spookiness. We got in by 7pm and I passed out until this morning. My throat feels like it's been scratched up by razor blades. Ugh.

I'll be getting a little more sleep and then tackle some pages I brought home this evening.