Can’t sleep. Been lying in bed for a while now and the nagging pain in my jaw just will not abate to let me slumber. Really getting quite tired of this now.
I was getting cabin fever yesterday so when Bill came back from playing table tennis he suggested he take me out for a jaunt in the truck and to get an ice cream. It was marvelous to get out of the house and we went over to the North Highland Jake’s where I deliberated for several minutes before plumping for a chocolate layer cake ice cream, while Bill went straight for the coffee and doughnut flavour. Bill has been very strict about what I’ve been eating these last few days, and as he wouldn’t even let me lick a Dorito I was amazed that I managed to sneak a waffle cone past him.
We sat outside and licked our treats, though it wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience. The chairs were right on the pavement and with cars pulling in and parking in front of us, and people stopping to natter mere inches from us it was quite disturbing. This didn’t detract too much from the pleasures of ice cream and getting out of the house though.
Had to gingerly approach my waffle cone, nibbling and moistening the crisp biscuit as I slurped my way through to the bottom. Did have to admit defeat halfway through though and hand over to Bill to complete the hard core munching as waffle proved too much for my aching jaw.
We then took a quick trip to the bookstore to browse some magazines but didn’t stay long as I started to feel a bit woozy again.
I did a lot of sleeping again this morning and woke up feeling somewhat better, but was soon disapointed as the pain continued to keep coming on in waves throughout the day.
Bill popped out to deal with the recycling pile we’ve been amassing and I was excited to get hold of Mum and Dad online. They’ve been on holiday in Brittany this past week and although I did get to type at them yesterday, have missed them lots and lots. Was really looking forward to hearing their voices again and very eager when they said they would call.
The phone started ringing and I couldn’t find the blasted thing. Raced around the house looking for it and finally found it under the sofa after they had already tried a few times and left a message on the answer phone. Pressed “talk” and couldn’t believe it when the handset went dead. Out of juice. I tried putting it back in its cradle and the next time Dad phoned, pressing “talk” while it was seated.
That didn’t work so I had to pick up. Got a few sweet sentences of conversation with Dad before the line went dead again.
Was very upset by this time and came back to converse via the infernalnet, only to find that my connection was out and that in my search for the phone I’d knocked over my large glass of cranberry juice. Had enough of everything and just wanting Mummy and Daddy I burst into tears. Which is where Bill found me when he walked in through the door.
He gave me lots of hugs, calmed me down and assured me that when they try to call again tomorrow the phone will be fully charged.
Oh yes, and the subject for this post… Quincy surprised us this evening by getting uncharacteristically frisky and trying to hump his brother. He had this strange look on his face which seemed to be confusion and say “what are these strange emotions coming over me? I have no control but I think I’m just going to go with it!” and he just got all busy with Genghis. What added to our surprise and amusement though was that he was choosing the wrong end to get down with. Even worse, Gingernuts didn’t seem to mind too much. Bill had to calm the old boy down a few times after that. That is just not like Quincy at all, only ever seen him do that once before!