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Wow, I've been so horrible about posting here lately. I do have some fairly recent excuses, but mainly I've just been lazy. Peanut decided to sit or walk on my laptop screen, and the LCD is completely shot. I have to buy a new computer, since it's actually cheaper to do that than to fix the LCD, but I haven't yet. That's the top priority for this upcoming paycheck, though. I should have it all set up in another week or so.
Also, I've had pneumonia. It's been awful, and it's been lingering in my chest for ages. And apparently, it's a mild case. I'd hate to see what a severe case feels like, because I've been laid flat by this one. I still have another week of antibiotics to go, and my voice is slowly coming back (it was completely gone for a week, and going in and out for even longer), but the last few symptoms just won't go away. It's really been miserable.
But, in happier news, in November we went on a cruise to the Bahamas, which was nice. It was hard to breathe because of how severe the humidity was, and I don't think I'll make a point of ever going back, but it was fun, and the scenery was stunning. It was wonderful to get away for a bit.
The biggest downside of the trip, though, was Peanut. My friend Kristy had been promising me for six months that she'd watch him for me, and it wasn't a problem in the slightest. Then, the day before we were supposed to leave, she called me after I'd already gone to sleep, in the middle of the afternoon, to tell me that she couldn't take him after all. Nobody else could take him on such short notice, so I had to put him in a kennel, and it just about broke my heart. He was so upset, he went into his little doggie run and just looked down, all crushed. He wouldn't even look up or anything. It was just heartbreaking. I guess he thought we weren't coming back, since it was so much like the animal shelter I'd adopted him from. That was really, really hard.
Conference was great, per usual, but I don't remember anymore what I wanted to say about it. I wrote down this big old list of things to write about, and all I put was "stuff about Conference." That was a mistake, because I can't for the life of me remember what I wanted to mention. It was good, though, I enjoyed it. Some of the talks were excellent.
Christmas was nice, too. It was very low-key this year, because we'd all spent so much money on the trip. I did manage to get my mom some nice symphony tickets, though, and I bought my dad a beautiful framed photograph of his ancestors' Scottish castle, which is now hanging up in our living room. I had to work New Year's Eve, but I'd much rather be doing that than anything else, to be honest. I have the worst luck in the world when it comes to New Year's.
Thanksgiving wasn't so good, though. Peanut bit my little cousin. He's never done that before, so it was a bit of a shock, and he broke the skin and everything. Little kids and strangers come up to him literally all the time to pet him, and he loves making new friends. But little Anaka hasn't ever been around animals, so she doesn't understand the difference between stuffed ones and real ones. She was trying to pet Peanut, but she was poking him and scratching his stomach, like, claws out and everything. I was just starting to explain to her that she was hurting him and she needed to pet nice, when he had enough and bit her. I hadn't realized he was so stressed out, because that has literally never happened before, and so I wasn't quick enough to put a stop to it. Her parents also completely ignored it and let her hurt the doggie when I wasn't there to see what she was doing. So there was plenty of blame to go around, but I still felt pretty bad about it. And of course my grandmother freaked out and overreacted, and pulled my mom aside to tell her that if I didn't get rid of the dog when I got married, Peanut would maul my children, etc. It was pretty ridiculous. First of all, dogs behave differently around kids that live in the house with them compared to kids they've never met before, and secondly, of course I wouldn't let my kids play with the doggie unsupervised until they learned now to do it properly. Sheesh.
Anyway, I've decided that my big project for this year is to write a book. It doesn't have to be amazing, and it probably won't be publishable without a lot of work, but I really need to get back into writing. I've got some characters and an idea that've been playing around in my head for awhile now, though I still need to really flesh them all out and work out all the kinks. But I hope to have a first draft completed by my birthday. I guess we'll see how that works out.
Anyway, there were other things I wanted to talk about, but I'm still feeling pretty icky, so I'm going to duck out now and to go sleeeeeeep. I'll update again when I get my new laptop, probably.
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