Flu & Victorian Etiquette
Had to cancel my therapist and my allergist appointments for this week. I'm having bad dizzy spells, but I'm not too too bad. Just sort of very bad.
Reading "The Essential Handbook of Victorian Etiquette" and preparing to watch Rene Clair's version of Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None." Listening to Erica's hysterical laughter, only to discover that Lolita, Princess of Goth, has been put into a harness so we can see about training her to walk on a leash. She wants to be a dog so much, she's actually handling the restraint quite well.
The book of etiquette had few surprises until about half-way in. Now I'm learning some interesting things.
Even this sick I've a few things to excite me. Somebody helped me get _the_ gift for my birthday I desperately wanted _and_ I spoke with T-Mobile about switching one of these three things: my phone, my service plan and my provider. Since I'm able to leave them with no penalty fees I have to decide between the Mytouch, the Optimus, or changing to Verizon. There's a bit of a price difference but I'm going to think about it tonight and possibly order tomorrow. We shall see.
I definitely want to get over this flu asap, and I definitely want the settling in to finish. I've not really written about it, but Rhianna has moved in and taken over the caregiver "reins" from Erica. Erica's crashing with us while she looks for a sublet. So far it's going okay. The transitioning definitely has some rough spots, but it's seemingly going to be for the best. At least for me. Rhianna says for her as well. As for Erica? I love her incredibly, but I know we both needed to have her no longer acting as my caregiver. It was destroying our friendship. Sigh...
