At some point I'm guessing I will learn not to overdo. I've been borrowing spoons for awhile now and it all caught up with me. My spoonage has been repossessed and I have crashed. Me and the computer at the same time. I wonder ... I also digress. It has been a long time since I have been quite that ill. Purple bucket time for sure.

And Watcher never left my side. This kitten really is my personal watcher. It's too damned cute! Right now he's in my lap, lying across one arm while I type. I have succumbed. I adore that little shit. Ah, yes, I could wax eternal about the furball that stole my heart, but I shall spare myself.

Watched a Hallmark movie this week about an English naval officer chasing Blackbeard who was chasing Captain Kidd's treasure. All I can say is: The righteous man is the epitome of boring. Gads, it was dismal. The creep actually kissed his sword and looked heavenward before lopping off the bad guy's head. And the bad guy? Tall, muscular, lots of beard and long hair, a Scottish brogue. Yeah, that should tell you how backwards the movie was - HE was the bad guy. And Righteous-man was the one the progressive and assertive beautiful heroine fell hopelessly in love with. Please body, start feeling better so I can find something to do besides watch the television. Please?

Will be posting quite a bit in the next few days, to catch myself up. But can only sit here for a few minutes at a whack, so for now I'm off.