Ellie da Pug has a cold, a pretty bad one, too. She is on antibiotics and will be having time in the bathroom with a vaporizer today to try to clear her stubby little airways. Because she can't smell well, she isn't excited about the little cheesebomb I give her with her pills in it, so has missed a couple doses over the past few days. Yesterday, Teddie was a shark and zoomed under Ellie's head to retrieve the dropped treat -- and consumed an NSAID. Amazing Carol let me know that she would be ok, and I gave her extra wet food to try to dilute it in her system. She was her perfect little self all day and night. Just perfect.
This past week had me and the dogs staggering to bed "for a nap" earlier than I would like, and awaking somewhere around dawn wondering what the heck happened. I gave into sleep as my brain was so foggy and tired staying awake didn't make much sense. Used up all my mental energy at school, gritting teeth and ignoring a significant flare in my feet and legs, and digging deep into preparing quarterly grades and planning new projects. Never a shortage of distractions at school! That is a great thing. Tiring, though. I think I am coming out the other side of the tunnel -- with coffee, lots of coffee.
The current piece has sat on the front table trying to get my attention through it all. "Hey, you!" "Over here!", "Ain't ya got five minutes?" it seems to grumble as I walk by it and leave it where it is. Thanksgiving break is coming, thankfully. Hang in there, bud.
The house got a little needed organization and cleaning yesterday. I tackled the sewing room! Discovered that there were so many Homegoods bags filled with bits and pieces of the same thing that it is just a matter of organization. Tim found a terrific metal flat file-type cabinet being tossed out at work, so I had to reorganize all the furniture anyway. Got a new plant, threw out the dead spideys (sorry guys!) and best of all, hung a new shop light up last night so I can see what I am doing on the machine in its new location. Next will be the room I sleep in, as there is a real need for a similar treatment.
Watch out, QC Auction, stuff is coming your way! For now things are filling up the back room, and it looks like hell, but I know it is temporary. I am at a point now where I am sorting things into zones -- upstairs is yarns, sewing room is fabrics, front room is beads, back room and kitchen is paper/cricut. My "sleep room" used to be the paper place, but is now drawing and painting supplies, but haphazardly organized in a panic when I was hospitalized last summer. When I think about it, I am living in my studio -- never mind a loft, this house IS an art space and just so happens to have a few residents. A living space needs to be useful...I will never be the type to have a gorgeously decorated living room that is never used. I am in awe of people who can do that, but know it isn't me. Too many interests, and with each, comes stuff.
Concert tonight in Boston, early end thank GOD, and not a performer that makes me go gaga. I really like the music, but am not over the moon with idol worship, so it will be less stressful. I swear seeing Marc Almond contributed to the arthritis flare -- good stress is still stress! Lots on my plate for the next six months. The Boldishol Tapestry piece is due in June, the C&G coursework needs completing, and I have a series to make for the Library. Gotta be organized. Gotta be healthy. Gotta be rested. Gotta do art!