The reason for another coloring page is because I ended up giving myself a massive headache last night. I had dinner cooking when I decided to go back to Tim’s to give him his mail and have a chat of ten minutes or so to catch up after his return home from Maine.
Beware: long and winding story ahead.
Suddenly I realized 25 minutes had passed, but I wasn’t too worried because Tom was home. When I walked in the door, four dogs were freaking out (and one of them peed on the dog bed in the master bedroom), Tom was trying to shut off the smoke detector, and the house was full of smoke. Nothing from dinner was burned, but the mini meat loafs (loaves?) which I make in muffin pans (meat muffins?) had spilled grease into the bottom of the oven. Tom put a baking pan on the shelf below the muffin pan, which basically meant that meat grease was smoking on two surfaces. Thus the mayhem that followed.
Tom took the dogs to Aunt Debby’s so they’d stop freaking out about the noise from the smoke detector. He also detached the main smoke detector to shut it up. But the smell of burning grease was so overpowering that I lost my appetite. After Tom ate and did dishes, I threw the dog bed in the washing machine and set the oven to clean. If you don’t have a self-cleaning oven, at least a gas one, this means the temperature is so high that the door locks to prevent any injuries. And it basically turns anything on the interior surfaces to ashes. It takes three hours to complete the job.
The smell was by then giving me a headache, so I had four diffusers misting and four sticks of nag champa incense burning in different parts of the house. All the widows were open with fans blowing. When the oven finished cleaning, the dogs came home, the smoke detector was reattached, and everyone went to bed. Except I couldn’t sleep because of the headache, plus I could feel my blood sugar dropping because I didn’t eat. So first I got up and ate a snack and drank some water, then I tried again to sleep. Nope. So then I got up again, put the dog bed in the dryer, and took headache meds and drank more water, plus put the Wyndmere essential oil blend “Head Aide” on my pulse points. All that knocked me out, so SUCCESS.
I still had a residual headache when I woke up today, and my blood sugar was REALLY low. Drank some apple juice, ate some sweetened cereal, and wiped out the oven and cleaned the glass on the oven door and the stove surface. Afterward, I tried to write, but I couldn’t bear to look at the computer monitor, so I colored the rest of my headache away.
Then I thought I was cold, so I went to take a warm shower, but in the shower, I realized I wasn’t cold, I was shaking because my freaking blood sugar was too low again. So after the shower, I finally ate last night’s meal as a late lunch.
Everything’s normal now, and all you got was a long, boring story and a gray cat. The post title comes from The Cure song “All Cats Are Grey” (in the caves), but it’s also a Benjamin Franklin phrase, “All cats are gray in the dark.” So now you got some trivia, too (and I spelled “gray” both ways to satisfy everyone). You’re welcome.
