Leopold Mozart & I are bonding. What’s it like to be the parent of a child prodigy, who happens to be a prodigy in the same field that you work in? Was Leopold proud of his son Wolfgang, or was he jealous of him? For a thursday morning, I think too much.
My shoulders ache today, I don’t know why, since most of yesterday was spent walking. I don’t think the big silver electricity ball did that to me, either. Maybe I slept at a weird angle or something. I don’t remember, I was asleep.
It’s rainy and cold today, and I have a can of Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli for lunch today. I even remembered a spoon.
I’ve discovered still more bites of some kind on my legs. I don’t know what’s biting me, but they don’t go after Jay ever, and he spends more time at home. Do bedbugs actually bite? Maybe the cats are bringing in fleas, but I’ve had flea bites before and they didn’t look like this. These ones puff up like I’m allergic or something, and they itch like hell. They’re mostly on my legs, although I found two on my neck this week too. I hate bugs, I hate bug bites, and one of my selling points on living in a city was the lack of mosquitoes (I still haven’t really seen that many of them in the years I’ve been in the city.)