Baby, it’s a cold outside.
Poor thing – She’s not been feeling well these last few days. A cold. Consequently, I’ve been around less than I might have hoped. It’s not stopped me having a little amusement over the weekend, but there’s always so much more I’d like to have done.
First, an outing for my ball-posing alt – my brother, I guess. First time he’s been around since, well, I forget when. And definitely weird to see him as an active participant, rather than the stuffed shirt I always took him for. What a terrible thing to say about your only sibling!
Second, and related, a cock-up on the MLP bed front meant that my brother’s activities were stymied. One of those times when a cock-up is a reflexive oxymoron, perhaps. Sadly, the same mishap affects my own bedtime entertainment. Corwin’s being an absolute darling though, and helping (well, more than helping) fix things. I don’t know how I’ll repay him – at least, not before he’s finished fixing things anyway.
Third, possibly related though I doubt it, is a recurrence of a problem I’ve had with sticky doors – the front door, balcony door, bedroom door, and the bathroom door. I’ve tried oiling them, kicking them, and even running at them as fast as I can. No good. I ended up taking them off and rehanging them. What a pain.
Dale – I missed you all weekend, just about. Hopefully, we can fix that more easily than my doors – but I’ll keep the oil handy anyhow.
And Stephie returned after getting on for 2 years absence. Not sure if she was my first conquest, or if I was hers. Either way, it’s good to have her back. Actually, thinking about it more, her back has been a problem, and the reason she’s been away – so maybe it’s better to have her front.