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Like you do with any shock, you begin to settle down, and I guess that's where I am.  Then comes word that Tim Curry has also died.  We saw him on Broadway in "Spamalot," and he was delightful.  I've never been to a theater showing of "Rocky Horror," but my college roommate was a big fan, so I know a little bit.  We danced to "Time Warp" more than once in Monahan Hall. One more little Dolly tidbit: she's going to be buried in the same cemetery where my parents are.  The same grounds, at least.  I think she'll be going into the mausoleum next to their plots.

 Dolly shouldn't be allowed to die.

Clearly, they're at the same event, but Hugh's in full tuxedo, Ben in dress shirt and tie, Idris eschewing neckwear altogether.  Choices, I suppose. This has not a thing to do with Englishness, but is still nice to look at.  New colored pencils all sharp and hopeful. They don't have the aroma of crayons, but do have all the potential. I made some egg bread today, and came across a baking term I'd never seen before.  The recipe called for me to "loosen" two eggs.  ?  I took it to mean "stir a little," or "beat slightly," but eggs out of their carton can claim to be loosed, right?  Letting them out of their shells, too.  I landed on running a fork through them a few times.  The loaf is still baking, so whether my assumption was correct is unclear. As of this morning, I am down to two Abraham Lincoln books in my possession.  The only issue there is there is just enough room in the Lincoln Books Cabinet for one more.  Those books are squeeze...

I've strongly self-identified as an Aquarius since I learned what an Aquarius is.  In all my years, I have never seen or heard Aquarians referred to as anything but that.  Until today. AQUAS? Why am I taking this as a personal affront? Today's biggest plan was to give Tap a bath.  It got done, and he has been snoring up under my feet since.  It's exhausting to be bathed, apparently. This is me looking down at his left hindquarter.   He's always very curly after his baths.  Twinnie called him "woolly" once, and you can see why.    

My head would not come off the pillow this morning.  My therapist appointment had to be cancelled.  I did finally summon the will to take a shower, with an "Ocean" shower steamer.  Currently, I'm on the couch with my head pressed firmly into its back.  In the past, a cluster headache would only last a day for me.  So much for precedent.

I am so sleepy.  Which is incredibly rare for me lately.  Pills on pills on pills do nothing.  I'm waiting for a Publix delivery right now, after which I am going to bed.  That may really screw up the next few days, but so be it.