Checking in

Cowboy here.

The imp is napping; either the insomnia is back or it's the dosage on meds. I'm pleased she's resting. Sar needs a bit more down time than before those health issues cropped up. Those meds are a challenge to regulate. That rapid metabolism plays havoc with most of them; too little, the imp wilts – blood pressure and heart rate too low – too much, she's dizzy from an adrenaline high. We'll be heading to DC to check in with the medics if lab work is necessary. No need to tell you this option won't go over big with my wife. Usually this means an overnight stay in the hospital. Definitely not looking forward to that - neither are the medics.

We're enjoying quality time in the house where we spent our honeymoon; by a frozen lake in Quebec. The first time we were here the only way in was by floatplane; now there's a 2-lane gravel road that gives way to other roads eventually leading to a highway. 20+ years makes a difference. The house has been remodeled a few times over the years; the owners are old friends. Appliances are new; new rugs cover the wood floors, the furnace has been replaced. We like using the fireplace as much as possible; cozier that way plus mia bambina will fall asleep in front of a fire faster than simply going to bed.

There's enough snow on the ground to tempt the imp into making snow angels. That's not gonna happen. The temps are low. That'll keep the snow around for a while. When I let the dogs out I keep a watchful eye to be sure Sar stays inside. My wife has a bit of commentary to make when I come in – mostly reasons why she should enjoy a bit of fresh air. I open a window just enough to give her some. This leads to more commentary and the occasional swat on her backside. I already know I'm a Neanderthal but a protective one. A short while back the imp got out onto the deck; there was a full moon. Under a heavy coat she's in her birthday suit; flashed the neighborhood – said she was paying homage to the moon – I grabbed her, went back inside, warmed her up in the appropriate manner. That's my job; I take it seriously. *Smiling*

Mia bambina is cooking a bit, baking too. This makes her happy, keeps her relaxed. As long as she doesn't overdo things I'm content to let life happen in the old routine. There's plenty of food in the freezer; we won't starve. Her fiber art has taken a bit of a backseat; working on it about an hour or so a day; much more than that and a rest is in order. Naps make me happy; occasionally I join her.

I'm doing a bit of consulting, a bit of writing for the Navy. Catching up with some old matters that could use some revision. Glad I'm retired; no deadlines on this watch. Watching the imp has always been a full-time endeavor. Now I have the time to indulge it. It's quite enjoyable.

Cowboy