  Here in the Anonymous Rowhouse we take our pillows seriously. I do, anyway. I get such a sore neck from sleeping on a crappy -- or even a good, but not right for me -- pillow. Last night I slept on a random pillow and not my own, and I'm paying for it today. I have a whole range of rejects just lying around the room, so when P comes in our bed she has one. I've tried those memory foam ones, by the way. It sort of worked until the weight of my giant head squished the foam after a few months, and now it is in the random pile with all the others. My current favorite is a Martha Stewart Kmart Custom Sleeper Side Sleeper pillow. It's like a Flintstones pillow -- hard as a rock, but it rules. My chiropractor says it's important to get the pillow into that little pocket between your neck and shoulder.
Otherwise I cantilever my entire body weight off my head, and THAT makes for grumpy mommy in the morning. ............................................ I found an empty bin in the sink this morning from week-old corned beef hash. S ate it! The man could live on locusts and honey in the desert. He has an iron-clad consitution. I'm a princess; I can't eat anything that isn't farm fresh or wildly processed without consequences. ....................................... The weather in Philly is horrible! It's been days of this SOUP and rain interspersed with the odd hot, sunny day where you squint because you've been living like a cave dweller all the rest of the time. It is most definitely NOT summer with all its&nbsp;attendant associations.&nbsp;This morning, my house had that wet-dog (as before, in the absence of a dog) stink, and as I changed the litterpans (daily) and walked the trash outside, the whole WORLD stunk like a dead skunk on a burnt tire. Yuck. In times like these, I wish the lazy and disinclined would clean the wet dog dirt off their lawns -- it adds to the general effluvium. ...............................
I keep having heart palpitations. Either it means I'm more out of shape than I thought, my medication is causing some grave side effect, or I need to ignore it as usual and wait until it either goes away or kills me.
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I realized (while loading the dishwasher, my life's work) that there is a difference between weariness and tiredness. I am bone-weary, but I got&nbsp;enough sleep last night. I think it's just the drudgery; if I were able to go to a spa, for example, with ALa71 and have my feet massaged by a shirtless, tanned, iron-pumping sweet-talker named Constantine, I could probably find it in myself to perk up. Even with the rain. ......................................... P's sing-a-long tape contains numerous tongue-twisters. She ranks them according to difficulty, but she takes my word as to whether they're hard before trying them.
Here are some of them to run through your head, since they never leave mine.&nbsp; I'll share the horror. A big black bug bit a big black bear. But she bought the better butter, and her batter wasn't bitter, so 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter. A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk. But the stump thunk the skunk stunk. (editor's note: topical for outdoor Philadelphia today! ) &nbsp; Three tree toads tied together tried to trot to town. A tutor who tutored the flute, tried to tutor two tutors to toot. A flea and a fly in a flue, were imprisoned -- so what could they do? Said the flea: let us fly! Said the fly: let us flee! So they flew through a flot in the flue. &nbsp; 
