Last time we had a rolling blackout, I decided to get out my ear buds, hemostats and needles and clean the massive wads of dust and cat hair clogging up my PC fans. When I finished, I swept the inside and found this:
A tiny, headless praying mantis. Yes, apparently mantises were having hot, steamy, cannibalistic sex inside my computer.
I've been working on the bed with my leg up to let the fluid drain out so I don't end up looking like that gasoline city guy from Fury Road
. This involves putting the computer on a little table and a carefully arranged system of pillows so I can work comfortably, and needless to say it's a bit of a production number getting in and out. I came back from the bathroom to find Oscar had not only stolen my seat but was sitting in exactly the same pose I'd been in. I can't tell if he's there for the lingering butt heat or if he's mocking me.
Actually, I've joked before that Oscar considers himself my second-in-command in the house hierarchy (he ranks himself above Piet, naturally) and he's the "emergency back-up Lew", so he probably thought it was only natural to take over when I deserted my post.
In other news, the infected leg is not only not getting better, it's gotten worse in the past week. I just started a new round of different antibiotics, so fingers crossed. This is how many pills I take in ONE DAY:
So sad. I feel like an old person or something. I was hoping it would heal up in time for us to hike up Table Mountain on my birthday, but unless there's a rapid turnaround with this new stuff it looks like that's not gonna happen