The cleaning woman was here today - she's very chatty and I was incredibly tired. I just wanted to go back to bed and sleep all day. I just wanted to sleep for days. But I got up, dragged myself into the shower and then spent quite a bit of time chatting with her.

A side note, when I woke up I felt like I had punctured my tongue and sure enough I had. There was a small hole at the tip and it hurt ALOT. I have no idea how it happened but am suspicious of what Paul gets up to in the middle of the night. Plus I now have the biggest freaking bump over my left eye - again what is Paul up to? It's like one incredibly huge hive but what allergic reaction could I have had in the middle of the night and why in only one spot over my eye. What the hell is Paul up to?

Finally I managed to get my sorry ass out of the house (1pm) and into the car and took off looking for some lighting fixtures as requested by my contractor. I should offer to show him my scars again because obviously he's forgotten I'm recovering from surgery. I had no luck at all. But I did buy 2 plants from Home Depot which a lovely young boy carried out and loaded in to the car for me.

I think I'm becoming a crazy cat woman because when I brought the plants into the house, slowly and one at a time because I'm pathetically weak, Hamish (his original owner changed the spelling of his name on me, dropping the E) dropped to the ground into a commando-like crawl and scurried over to investigate. Then it was full out attack mode. Thank God he's Canadian, Bush would recruit him in a nano second! He'd win the war on terrorism, and fast.

Here are the shots of Hamish - confirming that I truly am a crazy cat woman.