Weird Deer Shit
Jun. 8th, 2021 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI mentioned the other day the fun I've been having with Zoey playing with the blinds facing the Mancave in the neighbors' house. I did not mention that the other window in that corner, facing 90 degrees away from it into our back yard and shielded by foliage all along that part of the lot? THAT blind is almost always up.
Which led to more fun at 6 this morning.
Things to know:
- I've been having more trouble than usual with sleep in recent months. Rarely a problem falling asleep, but more issues with getting back to sleep after either an overnight wee or the first-thing slopping of the four hogs in this house. Two nights ago, it was even an issue with getting into Morpheus's waiting arms, and I probably got barely more than an hour of actual unconsciousness. Even when I do manage to get back to sleep, it's never more than until 7:30 a.m. - 8:15 on rare occasion. I have not had a genuine "sleeping-in" to the likes of eleven for well over a year. Tomorrow, I have a fasting appointment at Buffalo MRI bright and early to make sure a weird spot from a year ago hasn't gotten any worse, so I called our doctor's office after my Almost All Nighter and made an appointment for next week to review those results and also the sleep issue.
- Since Eleanor stopped taking Z-Sleep, the Nyquil-branded knockoff that's basically nothing but booze and benadryl, she's been waking up earlier than me. Often, a lot earlier. This only serves to wind up said hogs before, and even after, their morning sloppings, whichever of us does it.
So, the story of 6. I awoke after a decent (for me) night through the Land of Weird Dreams, heard that Eleanor was up and the kitzels had been fed, but Pepper remained in the rack with me, mostly silent and still, until.... BARKBARKBARKBARK BARK!!!!
staring out the blindless back window.... at a mama deer not 20 feet away from that window.
The yard's fully fenced in, not that Bambi and friends have any issue with that. But it's unusual for them to come that close in that part of the yard where our dog, and one either side of us, have free room to roam.
So yeah, I was up. Not a bad day. Actually "ran" a mile on a treadmill in a measured "benchmark" workout. "Ambled" is probably the closer word; I still can't break a 12 minute mile, long my goal for the Turkey Trot to knock its five miles off in under an hour. It came in just over 13.5 minutes, a couple minutes longer than the "PR" the app remembers from the Before Times in 2019. But I made it.
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The deer shit in the back wasn't really all that weird, but the reference is to the title of one of the first-half episodes of Sweet Tooth on Netflix. It's a live-action adaptation of a DC comic, strangely co-produced by Marvel man Robert Downey Jr. (and his wife, who is not named Pepper Potts), and we're seriously digging it. It weaves a very timely tale of "The Sick"- a virus which is near fatal in all cases and has no known cure, which a couple of the characters are trying to find- with the arrival of "hybrids," all babies born right after The Sick began who are mixtures of human and animal. Gus is the star, and he's quite the deer boy, with the ears and antlers to prove it. There are echoes of COVIDiocy and of Insurrectionists in this story, but it's kept light enough in enough ways, including being the prettiest Dystopia we've ever seen, to keep it from being too icky to stay with. All eight episodes dropped at once, and we have the final four to work on beginning tonight.
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Then there's Alan Doyle in the icon, who sings more about horses falling through ice than he does about venison. His EP arrived today, and it's lovely. Almost entirely unplugged, no GBS anthems to get your toes tapping or your ears worming. Just love songs to the Harbour that is his home. Eight songs, which I hope I will hear from him again along with a rock-oot or ten.
Which led to more fun at 6 this morning.
Things to know:
- I've been having more trouble than usual with sleep in recent months. Rarely a problem falling asleep, but more issues with getting back to sleep after either an overnight wee or the first-thing slopping of the four hogs in this house. Two nights ago, it was even an issue with getting into Morpheus's waiting arms, and I probably got barely more than an hour of actual unconsciousness. Even when I do manage to get back to sleep, it's never more than until 7:30 a.m. - 8:15 on rare occasion. I have not had a genuine "sleeping-in" to the likes of eleven for well over a year. Tomorrow, I have a fasting appointment at Buffalo MRI bright and early to make sure a weird spot from a year ago hasn't gotten any worse, so I called our doctor's office after my Almost All Nighter and made an appointment for next week to review those results and also the sleep issue.
- Since Eleanor stopped taking Z-Sleep, the Nyquil-branded knockoff that's basically nothing but booze and benadryl, she's been waking up earlier than me. Often, a lot earlier. This only serves to wind up said hogs before, and even after, their morning sloppings, whichever of us does it.
So, the story of 6. I awoke after a decent (for me) night through the Land of Weird Dreams, heard that Eleanor was up and the kitzels had been fed, but Pepper remained in the rack with me, mostly silent and still, until.... BARKBARKBARKBARK BARK!!!!
staring out the blindless back window.... at a mama deer not 20 feet away from that window.
The yard's fully fenced in, not that Bambi and friends have any issue with that. But it's unusual for them to come that close in that part of the yard where our dog, and one either side of us, have free room to roam.
So yeah, I was up. Not a bad day. Actually "ran" a mile on a treadmill in a measured "benchmark" workout. "Ambled" is probably the closer word; I still can't break a 12 minute mile, long my goal for the Turkey Trot to knock its five miles off in under an hour. It came in just over 13.5 minutes, a couple minutes longer than the "PR" the app remembers from the Before Times in 2019. But I made it.
----
The deer shit in the back wasn't really all that weird, but the reference is to the title of one of the first-half episodes of Sweet Tooth on Netflix. It's a live-action adaptation of a DC comic, strangely co-produced by Marvel man Robert Downey Jr. (and his wife, who is not named Pepper Potts), and we're seriously digging it. It weaves a very timely tale of "The Sick"- a virus which is near fatal in all cases and has no known cure, which a couple of the characters are trying to find- with the arrival of "hybrids," all babies born right after The Sick began who are mixtures of human and animal. Gus is the star, and he's quite the deer boy, with the ears and antlers to prove it. There are echoes of COVIDiocy and of Insurrectionists in this story, but it's kept light enough in enough ways, including being the prettiest Dystopia we've ever seen, to keep it from being too icky to stay with. All eight episodes dropped at once, and we have the final four to work on beginning tonight.
----
Then there's Alan Doyle in the icon, who sings more about horses falling through ice than he does about venison. His EP arrived today, and it's lovely. Almost entirely unplugged, no GBS anthems to get your toes tapping or your ears worming. Just love songs to the Harbour that is his home. Eight songs, which I hope I will hear from him again along with a rock-oot or ten.