More complaining

This week has been hell sleep-wise. I got 4 hours of sleep Tuesday night, 6 hours Wednesday night, and about 5 last night. To give you an idea of just how tired I am --

When I was 9 I had spinal surgery to remove the extra half of a vertebra I was born with. Without that surgery I would not be able to walk today. However, it was a very risky and complex procedure, and during the process I suffered some minor nerve damage in my right leg. There's a patch of skin on my thigh that is permanently numb, and my right leg is generally (when I'm not dealing with sciatic tumours) weaker than my left. It doesn't show up much, except in the fact that my right foot turns in slightly and I can't control it so I wear out shoes like nobody's business. And when I get really tired - like having walked a couple of miles - my right leg starts dragging.

This morning, I noticed I was dragging my right leg. It takes a lot for that weakness to show up. But the exhaustion of this week has apparently been sufficient. I am sooo glad today is Friday. I plan to go to bed early tonight and sleep late tomorrow.

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Two things that totally made my day on the drive in this morning:

1) A flock of about 60 pigeons wheeling in unison over the lake. Oh the precision and grace! The sheer variety of colours and patterns. They just kept flying in one big circle over and over. I have no idea what they were doing, but it was beautiful.

2) A cypress tree at the edge of the lake with so many snowy egrets perching in it that it looked like a giant Christmas tree bedecked with white ornaments. Again - breathtakingly beautiful.

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The other cats get their nail clipped and it's really hard because they keep struggling and don't like me playing with their paws.

Finnegan gets his nails clipped and it's difficult because he keeps trying to play with the nail clipper. It's shiny.

This is the same cat that decided to play with my navel ring. While it was in my navel. Ouch.