Futurama

I went for an eye exam yesterday.  These were one of the choices for glasses, nixed in favor of a darker pair-- but if the Rx is a good one, I'll go back and get these as a second pair. (Yes, I always still wear a mask in public places.)

It rained earlier in the week. 

And this big cat wandered onto the courtyard and hung out for a bit. She looks tough. Probably somebody's barn cat, poor thing. 

Ugh.

My right axillary lymph nodes are swollen and painful today as are my nasal sinuses on that side.  Something bad's happening, but hopefully my immune system can handle it.  I'm going to get some rest, etc. This body stuff is too hard for me to deal with.  When do I get to be a Futurama-esque head in a jar?