Rain, Rain

We thought yesterday was miserable, well then today was just a wash out. It seemed like it was never going to stop raining, and it didn't for most of the day.

I sat on the couch with a blanket, my laptop and Otto for most of the day.

We finally managed to take Otto for a walk late in the afternoon when the rain stopped falling for a a short time.

We ordered pizza for dinner, rather than cooking, it was that kind of day. I went and picked them up. When the girl checked with me what pizzas I ordered, as she handed them to me, I didn't hear what she said and just said yes.

"Amazing," was her reply.

I couldn't help but think not one aspect of our interaction was, actually, amazing.

Rain

What a miserable fucking day. It hasn't stopped raining. That kind of annoying, try-hard, weather girl Cherri-Lea Whatever did say it is going to rain for 3 days. I guess she was right.

Sam goes to the supermarket to get food for Otto. I guess I could have gone for him since he has to work today, but I didn't think of it until he'd left. Oh well, next time.

I sat on the couch and wrote.

Mid morning, as the rain continued to fall, I lit a fire.

Rainy Thursday

It rained today, really heavy rain in the afternoon. We got half of our month of October's normal rain fall on the first day of the month.

Sam was in the office all day.

I wrote all day. Lovely.

Otto and I went for a walk just before lunch time, as the rain was forecast for an hour's time after we left. I'm still on my Joan Armatrading kick so I listened to her on my headphones.

I've also been listening to U2s Songs of Experience, in preparation for their new album. I like it.

I got a turkey and brie cheese and salad roll and a chocolate and banana muffin for lunch just after we came home from our walk.

Then, that was done, the only thing I really had to do today. That was probably fortunate as only a couple of hours later the rain start and it did stop for hours after that.

I also watched Charlie is My Darling, Rolling Stones doco from 1965. It is interesting as a historical document. Kind of like watching an old black and white movie.

Otto Is A Clever Boy

I slept alone with Otto, while Sam slept in the other room fitted out with his Sleep Apnoea apparatus.

Otto usually sleeps snuggled up to Sam at night, but he did sleep kind of against me, when it was just him and me.

I woke at 3am and had a piss, and Otto was lying long ways out against me.

I woke again at 5.15am and I reached out for him, but he wasn't there.

Then I heard, "Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl."

I looked up and he was sitting by the bedroom door staring at me.

"Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl. Growl."

Oh, okay, sure. I got up and put my dressing gown on and as soon as I opened the bedroom door, Otto ran downstairs and straight to the back door, with me in pursuit.

He ran up the back of the garden and had a huge diarrhoea attack.

It was even warm outside in my dressing gown at that time of the morning. Nice. Summery.

Clever boy, I thought.

I think bulldogs are smart, even if on the smartest dogs list they don't come up at the top.

Sam went to the office early, delivering his monitoring equipment back to the hospital on his way.

Charlie left quite early, going off to do whatever it is that he does. I think he has got another restaurant kitchen job.

Otto and I settled in to work for the day. I had everything I needed to do pretty much done by 10am, so I got to re-write my blogs for the rest of the day. Lovely. Otto is on the couch next to me in the study snoring.

Sam's Sleep Apnoea

Sam, I believe, has always suffered from Sleep Apnoea. I kept telling him that some nights I'd lie there and wait for him to start breathing again, I mean, on the rare nights that I was awake. We both fall asleep really easily, both of us within 5 minutes of going to bed. But on those rare nights that I was awake, I'd listen to his terrible breathing.

I don't know if Sam would refute this, but how I see it is, he started wearing his Apple watch to bed and when it told him he had Sleep Apnoea, he then consulted doctors.

Today was the day that he went to hospital and got fitting out with what looked like the Flux Capacitor to be tested over night.

He elected to do the test at home, so he had to go to the hospital and get fitted out. Then he had to walk home looking like RoboMan.

Otto was his normal excited self to see Sam home, but he could easily have ripped one of the wires, or tubes, off Sam in his excitement, so Sam had to be careful with that. He ended up putting a big jumper over the whole thing.

Anyway, its good, he'll get the answers he needs and can have the treatment that is appropriate.

Well, That Is Awkward

I was going to say to Boris today that I was feeling sick and that I'd be working from home.

Sam said, "Just take the day off and stop pissing around."

"I don't mind working, I just don't want to go into the office."

"You have all that accrued sick leave, just use it," said Sam.

So, I went to bed wondering what I would do today.

I got up this morning at 5.30am. I made coffee. Then it occurred to me, if I signed into work now, which is when I usually sign in, by the time Boris gets to the office, normally by 9.15am, I could have all of the immediate work done, kind of a compromise, of sorts, so that is what I decided.

I'd work until 9am, then I take the rest of the day sick. So I did.

9am. I text Boris. I'm not feeling well, so I am taking the rest of the day off sick. I think everything is done.

Boris messaged me back. I'm not well too.

Well, that is awkward, I thought. I didn't expect that. (I have a vague feeling that Boris isn't happy with her job)

Okay. Well, no problem. I can stay signed in and check emails from time to time. 

Thank you Christian. I can monitor emails too.

So, that is what we did.

The Midget is away for a couple of weeks, so noo ne really need to know about our double day off. The Big Poo is back from his time off.

 

Sunday

Today couldn't be any different to yesterday if it tried. It is sunny and warm and looks lovely out there, looking out my rear French Doors, even if I haven't, actually, been out in it myself.

We're off to get haircuts, walk Otto into town, get some lunch afterwards. Enjoy the sunshine. Get all tidied up for tomorrow, and the rest of our lives, ha ha.

Our mate Matt is coming to stay for a short time. Actually, the time frame hasn't been specified, which is never a good thing. I have learnt that the hard way with friends, in the past. Still...

It is a lovely day, why do I care to get bogged down in details.

Of course, first of all, before we do anything, it is cleaning day. You know how Sam is a stickler for cleaning day on Sunday morning. Me? Personally, shrug, I couldn't care less. Clean house, dirty house, it is all the same house to me.

I've resurrected my big begonia, which got too big for the house, not that I thought it was too big, I'm happy to push through a jungle to get to the kitchen, but the consensus of the house was that it was too big. It has deteriorated outside, so I have now found a new position for it, on our front veranda. I just have to go to Bunnings and get a new pot in which to repot it.