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diphenhydramine and New Year's Eve
Wednesday, December 31 2025
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At 10:00am while Charlotte and Neville were walking in the forest, I took Neville to the Pretty Pet Parlor so he could have his nails clipped. The woman who did it hadn't done it before and initially tried to do it with a pair of clippers out in the waiting area. But Neville let out a squeal on the first snip and then wouldn't let the woman near her. So I suggested she tried to use the nail grinder. He wasn't wasn't having that either, so I suggested she put him on the table and do it that way. That was apparently professional enough for Neville, and the woman was able to grind his nails down nicely. I gave her a $2 tip for the $15 job.
We had the cleaning woman over to clean our house today (she is a different woman than the one who cleans A's house), so I mostly holed up in the laboratory with the dogs and Diane the Cat while she was here.
After the cleaner was gone, I turned on the oil-based boiler for awhile because the water in the hot water tank had gone cold from a lack of sun. This allowed me to take a bath, thereby inhaling warm moist air to help with my lingerling lung issues.
Before Gretchen came home, I cooked up a pot of linguine (which Gretchen had been craving since watching our friend Ken eat a plate of it at the Garden Café). I also made a side of tempeh with onions and another side of broccoli cooked in broth in the microwave. We ended up eating this while watching Jeopardy! and Shark Tank.
I consider New Year's Eve the actual holiday (not New Years), so I allowed myself to drink today, starting this afternoon with some gin with orange juice. I'd sobered up by dinner time but then began drinking again. At some point Gretchen came into the laboratory to find me watching YouTube videos from the bean bag. At the time a 150 mg dose diphenhyrdramine was kicking in and I was getting sleepy. Gretchen didn't like that we were doing separate things on New Year's Eve and shamed me into coming out to hang out with her in the living room. But when she'd asked me questions about things like how I was feeling about being unemployed, I didn't really have much in the way of a response because my brain was shutting down. I was trying to come across as sober, but that was impossible of course and Gretchen could tell. She gave up on the conversation and said she didn't want to force me to do anything. So I eventually went upstairs and collapsed in the bed and fell asleep within minutes. It was only a little after 10:00pm.
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