Not quite dead

No, I'm not quite dead. Still kicking nicely, in fact.

I don't find Blogger as intuitive to blog to as, say Livejournal. So a lot of my daily stuff goes there.

So. Update.

Ear has settled down. (Also consonant with a vestibular something attack)So I am not taking pills but I'm not throwing them away either. Nor am I taking them out of my purse.

In the principle of always having something go wrong, my spine did. It required the attentions of a chiropractor, and said attentions are still continuing on a twice-weekly basis.

And in December, Bear's Honda died in a rather spectacular fashion. With me in it. Around midnight, not anywhere near walking distance to my home. It is now sitting in the driveway waiting for us to pay the man to drag it to the junkyard. We have a new van, since Bear does not trust mine to go the places it needs to.

And right now it has finally snowed and is quite cold and so I hurt vaguely all over and don't want to do anything except sit here and hold my feet over the heat vent and write. Which wouldn't be a problem except I do rather need to do laundry. (sigh)

Where's a magic wand when you need one? I wouldn't mind doing it so much if the laundry would carry itself up and down the stairs.... and fold itself and hang itself away....