The Continental

Beautiful music...Dangerous rhythm...
It's something daring, The Continental, A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'. It's very subtle, The Continental, Because it does what you want it to do.
It has a passion, The Continental, An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, Because you tell of your love while you dance.
Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song.
Two bodies swaying, The Continental, And you are saying just what you're dreaming of. So keep on dancing, The Continental, For it's a song of romance and of love.

I've had this song going through my head now for at least the last 24 hours. I did have a brief respite a little while ago, as I was trying to fall asleep. It's an old sea chantey, one that I think Rod Stewart stole the melody from, The Leaving of Liverpool. All I could remember is the chorus:

So fare thee well, my own true love, when I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee. (or "on ye", which is another version I've heard)

But then The Continental came back. I suppose it could be worse.

Today someone posted on Echo that there's a new sort of answer to Nanowrimo and it involves blogging every day for the month of November. Now, I'll be in Florida at Mom's house the first four days, but we'll see. I didn't sign up for it--why should I invite people to read this, I've managed to hide out pretty well here without them so far?--but this will just be my own personal challenge.

Meanwhile, I really do need to get some sleep.

loooooong time

So, it seems my toilet-roll holder is too complicated for some people. Go figure. Obviously, I don't find it difficult, but...

Okay, wait. It's been almost two months since I've been here and that's what I start off with? Gotta do better than that.

It's been an ... eventful couple of months. Nothing really horrible, not since 9/11, which was bad enough. The next day I had a falling out with my cat's "healthcare provider" (his former owner, who advised me never to contact him again after, admittedly, a somewhat overwrought, demanding email from me--but, y'know, fuck 'im). I'm actually happier finally being in charge of my cat's health, as well as the rest of him, but this had led to his being better diagnosed and thus leading to his needing an $1800 treatment in a couple of weeks (assuming he's eligible--and I'm not going to get ahead of things here). And in between, he had an overnight stay at the vet's--where he caught a cold. I've never seen a cat so miserable. Had to do force-feeding, the whole bit.

We're better now. And I seem to have caught up on sleep and will hopefully have my sleep patterns back in whack now. Soon to be disrupted in a few days, as I have a 6:30 am flight out of LGA to go see Mom soon. I suppose I could write more about that, but I think this is good enough for starters.

I'm grateful today for having a nice, warm place to live. I can sit here and listen to the wind (lotta wind out there today) blowing the trees hither and thither. Okay, I don't think I've ever used that word before, but I like it. Thither.

Downloading a TV show right now. Looking forward to watching it. Tomorrow.