green (around the gills)

when i woke this morning, i felt as if i had had three hours (or maybe only 2) and that someone had inadvertently set my clock ahead by somewhere near 5 hours. really, i'm NOT kidding.

apparently there's this nifty trick inside the combination of Aleve (for the muscles) and Zyrtec (for the allergies) [both side effects of a weekend of digging in the dirt, trying to rid the hill in front of the sitting garden of all things weedy - - and only making limited progress] that encourages the body to tune out and sleep deeply, but also prohibits the brain from recognizing that the sleep actually occurred. NO - i'm not kidding - geez! - i really think there's something chemical that happens and the brain just can't register the rest. other times when i've take the same "cocktail" i've woken up KNOWING that i slept very soundly, but feeling like i had barely taken a nap.

the good news on the tail of the work week is that i spent the entire weekend (mostly) in the garden of doom and walked out without being - - knock wood - - hit by the poison ivy.

the bad news on the tail of the weekend is that the baby is still suffering the lingering ravages of the virus that has attacked her tummy, and while she can keep food in on the top side, she's still harboring a "sad" bottom. i agonize to know that she's miserable, but that really, there's not much we can do but force the fluids, try to get as much solid food into her as possible, and try to keep her focused on the fact that it's ok to be sick, it happens to everyone, and she's not an unbearable burden because of it. she's so sensitive...