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I hate constant nausea. And my only surefire cure, ginger, makes my reflux worse. I always feel like this when a cold sore is healing. Weird.

Tonight, 8pm, the Anchiskhati Ensemble. After that, probably reading and rest.

Boy cleaned out the gutters today. I sat on the roof and pretended to help. Nausea + vertigo + tinnitus kept me away from the edge. I did plant the rest of the crocus bulbs. We've had a couple frosts, but I took the chance, anyhow. I should've cut down the frost-dead cosmos and trimmed the sage, but the ick kept me from doing too much.

Apple butter in the crockpot. I should buy some freezer containers for it this afternoon.

Jericho needs a bath, but I'm trying to hold out til tomorrow. I want him to stay doggy fresh as long as possible while we're in NJ.

I need to figure out where the aloes and spider plants should winter. They're all in the laundry room, but they can't stay there. I still have loads of laundry to catch up on and the sheets absolutely must be washed today. I could probably pull the couch out six more inches and keep the plants back there. They'd get plenty of light and stay relatively warm. They might be a bitch to water.

I think I'll go make some espresso. And the shower beckons.