i've decided to use doc as my consultant on my book. he's good with the geo-political stuff that i'm not. he's actually really getting into my story. he likes the Michael Westen meets Cydniey auto-bio-fiction thing i've got going. i can't tell you how excited i am about my writing. i've discovered something, it makes me happy. i've always used it as therapy to get out the ugly and feel better, but just to write about autumn or something makes me happy. i felt guilty last night working on the book, because i was in hog heaven and doc was at work slogging away with the disenfranchised masses of call center misfits.
i told him this today, and he asked Chewy if he had taught me compassion. Chewy just sighed and snuggled tighter against me.
the weather has turned. i hope his sweater gets here sooner rather than later. it was too cold for him to take a walk this morning. he was running around the back yard like a mad hyena and STILL shivering. and i thought i was a pussy about the chilly weather. i know nothing. i am a warrior compared to this dog. it's funny, in the book, the main character's dog is really gutsy and the opposite of Chewy.
hours and hours later . . .
i woke up from yet another nap feeling a cold happening in my head and chest. doc's cool hand pressed to my hot forehead, "yeah, you're a bit warm", me clinging to his hand to keep it against my head. the cool felt so good. he got me a cool washcloth and took his hand back.
Chewy seems to understand i don't feel good, he's not hassling me. in fact, he's been asleep with his head on my lap for the last hour. i'm putting off my second cuppa and a smoke because i don't want to disturb him. and i'd have doc get me a cuppa but he's got a sleeping Leia on his lap, all curled up in his blanket in a tidy pile on his legs. he says he's going to hand her to me soon. he's jealous because she sleeps with me when i sleep because the dog sleeps with me and she wants to sleep with the dog. he's not sure what to do with her. she's too small to fight all the time like he does with the others, though they do roll around, Chewy and Leia.
more hours later . . .
i feel a little better. i was in a fugue state when i wrote that earlier. i got up, fought with doc, and went back to sleep. i woke up again and had some pizza and went back to sleep. i mostly remember Leia and Chewy on me at all times and me being unable to roll over or move because of it.
the foster lady from the animal shelter still hasn't called and Leia is almost out of medication. i have to get a hold of her tomorrow and find out what we are supposed to do.
i want to go back to sleep. i have to stay up and stuff smokes for doc for work and get him up when it's time. i don't feel like writing though. it's taking all my control to keep the cam on. i just feel so . . . blach. i hope this is the first and last sick of the season. maybe another in february, but i'm done for the year.
i wonder if Leia got me sick, is it possible for her to share her cold with me? god knows she's sneezed on me enough.