still feeling like crap. i can't get a full night's sleep to save my life. i got 4 hours last night, which was the most in 3 nights. (unfortunately those 4 hours came in 2 2-hour increments.) i'm not a napper, either... if i try to sleep while the sun is still shining nothing will happen. it's causing me to slowly go mad, i think.
i watched "the miracle of morgan's creek" this afternoon... a non-singing, non-dancing film of betty hutton's. it was actually pretty racy for the time. betty hutton's character, trudy, has a wild night on the town which results in not only a spur-of-the-moment wedding to a soldier whose name she can't remember (and who ships out the next morning, before she can recall it), but it also turns out this guy knocked her up, too. whoops! still, he's a soldier and no one seems to blame him for any of this. the burden is left to trudy.
interestingly, we never actually see her pregnant (and that word is never used; 3/4 of the movie elapses with only obscure allusions to the "P" word until she finally simply --and only once-- admits to her father "i'm going to have a baby"). she's tormened throughout the film... the shame she's caused herself and her family. but everything ends happily, with trudy's ol' pal norval (eddie bracken) stepping in with an offer of marraige. this, of course, makes her happy, but not as happy as giving birth to sextuplets, proving just how fucked up "happiness" in the 1940s was.
of course there's some real screwball comedy in there, too. still, i feel like someone could write up a really feminist response to this movie for bitch magazine. not me, though... charo has given me some codeine-laced cough-syrup and i feel lucky to be making any kind of sense right now.
this afternoon i bundled up and walked around the house to see if i could find another entry point for the squirrels. i found another section of soffit screen that's torn. it requires an extension ladder to get to it, though, so it will have to wait. we haven't heard any critters in the attic for 24 hours (believe me... i've been awake for most of them). if i hear them again i'll call critter control and resign myself to spending money on the problem.
lisa and i were supposed to get together tonight for another knitting lesson, but i think it's best she stay away from me right now. she just got over a bad cold; i'd hate for her to get it again. it's a shame, too, because i feel lke i could have gotten a lot of knitting done these last few days, if only i felt like i was doing it right.
ray has been home all day with me; work is slow for him right now and he took a vacation day to help around the house. he's out getting us some dinner right now. i haven't had much of an appetite these last few days, but when i do eat i feel better. (what's that saying? "feed a cold...?") i want some soup or chicken & dumplings or something. ray wants arby's. i crinkled my nose at that idea. i hope he comes back with something nutritious.
i also hope i feel better for lisa's birthday party tomorrow. i'm not going to be very good company if i'm surrounded by nasty, damp kneenex, i'm afraid.
so it looks like an ice storm is on the way this weekend. i hope that my natural-disaster-karma has been built up sufficiently and we weather this storm well. after ray forwarded me this article i feel lucky to have my new gas pack right now. the heat is working well... let's just hope the power stays on and we can actually use it during the storm.
Posted by xta at January 23, 2004 05:39 PM | TrackBack