  I slept, and my God, it was good. Of course, it was for almost 16 hours, but i never did like to quibble over details. It was the first time in easily recalled memory that I woke up without that hit-by-a-truck feeling, and as an added bonus, from the hours of 3.30am to 11am, I didn't even kick. At 11am, i got up, felt unsick, unheadached, and unpainful. However, I was feeling exhausted anyways, and so, back to sleep I went. I've been in and out of consciousness all day. Beats the hell out of sleeping for three hours every couple of days as was my wont for about a week and a half.
My mother saved our asses with money to placate the power and phone companies. We aren't going to get disconnected. We now have no immediate bills, the next big one being the 15th Dec. Ok, so that's not all that far from now, but far enough that Kurt's getting his work done, and we're both sleeping. It isn't a huge reprieve, but it'll do. Lucas got a dog sweater.The plane is going to be cold, and although I know he has fur, and all that jazz, I'm still preoccupied with the vision of him shivering in his carrier, pissed off at me for abandoning him, and plotting his revenge. The sweater is red, with blue and white stripes, and he loves it. If i pick it up, he waggles expectantly, and assumes the position for sweater placement. When he wears it, he prances, approaching everybody with his "I am sooooooo pretty" expression. The sweater doesn't exactly fit him, however. Lucas is a funny shaped dog, being all chest and neck, with his head being slightly too small, and his back legs just a shade taller than his front legs. The result is that his chest is too broad for the sweater to be a turtleneck; as it was on the picture.
But, it covers his bare belly, it does keep him warm, and he looks damn pretty. Plus, he'll be wearing my bandanna around his neck, to keep that bit of him warm. One came with the sweater, but he doesn't like it; it's too small to be worn around his neck, and he refuses anything on his head. That's it for now. I've been up for three solid hours, and I'm sleepy again. 
