News flash - kids have cooties!

Last night's run with oil was made even more delightful by extreme cold and blowing snow coming down so fast that the plows couldn't keep up. We return home from that and Eor took his bath while I began to make supper, then he asked me to put aside the dinner prep in favor of going to bed early.

So we did, but I was lying awake because my head itched so badly. It felt like something was crawling around on my head. Around midnight I put two and two together - the six year old I was visiting with last week had an itchy head, I started getting a more itchy head at that point - and got up to do a search online for 'head lice'. Did you know it can take up to two weeks to start feeling them? I was so exhausted I started crying, because I have a cold and really wanted some sleep. So, I went to run a bath, not because I thought I could kill them, but just for the soothing relief of warm water on the irritated skin, and to get warm. And Eor got up because I was gone and calmed me down. Then, I think he thought he was going to make me feel better by looking and telling me he saw nothing, he took a look at the nape of my neck. He said I don't even want to know how many of the little creatures I have.

Luckily (or not) he really wasn't sleeping much, either, because he was coughing so bad, and bleeding from his sinuses.

I took a couple of Advil PM for the diphenhydramine and tried to imagine that they were pets on my head. That didn't much work, but I dozed fitfully until the alarm went off. I was going to get up and drive Eor to work and then take the car down to Portland and see if I can get studded tires, because it handles for shit in the snow. (I did slide off the road into a curb, yesterday.) Now, however, our plans have changed because neither of us got much sleep. I'll phone Century Tire and my doctor's office, and clip my hair.

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I have short hair, now!  I was planning to do this in the middle of next summer, but what the hell. :)  I'm not going to tell FaceBook until I have been to work again, if I can stand to hold off, because I want to see my co-worker's surprised faces. ;)  I think the whole nit comb thing would have been absolutely horrible without clippering it. 

Today, over at the house, we met the farmer down the road who's been plowing our driveway; I jogged down there and gave him some money, and he looked quite confused, and apologized for having caught the corner of the garage this last time - he just got a new blade, a little wider than his old one, and misjudged the distance when he went to back up.  We hadn't noticed, yet.  He says he's already talked to someone about coming to fix it, but when we did look at it, it appears mostly cosmetic.  Yes, there should be a one-by down the corner to keep weather out, but all in all it looks like something we'll be able to fix ourselves as soon as we have a hammer and a ladder over there.  He also offered to let us use his oil jugs if the oil company didn't turn up (we were waiting quite nervously at that point, because it was going to be dark soon).  All in all I thought he was very nice, and that his upper lip looked a lot like the Grinch's.  

Drama reduction - the oil company came and filled the tank, so no more running back and forth. 

And my cold is ripening into delight.  Delight, I tell you.  With aching joints and stoop-shouldered shuffling, and falling asleep in the car.  Of course, I didn't get much sleep last night.  I have, however, had two baths and at least three showers, with the cootie removal process.  Long day. 

Off to bed. :)