wish it would snow

I am very definitely a winter person by choice. Probably because I'm fat, but I have never really felt the cold much. Look at it this way - the Eskimos use whale blubber for insulation, and I'm carrying lots of it subcutaneously. And while you can always put extra clothes on...

It has been a very hot summer. Which makes it ironic that at the moment I am hauling all the heating sources out for the birdlings. The little featherless mynah that I picked up today was shivering earlier, so he is now ensconced on the heating pad. The sparrows and the pigeons are on the hot box. The mousebirds have the hotlamp, as fruit-eaters need an indirect heat source, otherwise the contents of their little tummies can ferment. Could do with an extra spot for the other mynahs to go, especially as the one poor baby has a fractured femur, so his leg is splinted and he can't huddle into himself properly. Hmmm- perhaps they can share with the littlest mynah, if I keep them in seperate cages and give each one a half of the hotpad.

It always seems weird somehow that all the heaters are out for the birds while the dogs are sprawled out on the floor tiles for a bit of coolness, and the cats won't sleep closer to me than the far side of the bed. Another thing I enjoy about winter, is the little furry hot spots in the bed.

Tomorrow is the next appt with nose-dude. Hopefully he looks happy and takes the stitches out, although it's still a bit swollen and sore across the top. P-doc can't pull his next medicinal rabbit out the hat until the antibiotics are done with, but meantime he is preparing for it. I'm off the Ludiomil already, and although it didn't do any good - maybe it was stopping a bit of bad. This week is very flat and tearful. And fractious. Enough already, I need something to work properly now. Just so tired of feeling crap, and I want my life back. Any life, cos this ain't one at the moment...