July 2, 2009

Woke to phlebitis. Started medication early enough, I think, to avoid a major onslaught. Circe is at fault, for clawing me deeply two mornings ago. She didn’t mean to, but her life on the streets gives her a startle reaction that us at once violent and uncontrollable, and she will claw her way through anything to gain traction. This cannot be part of our common life. I explained it to her, hoping that something might get through. If not, accommodations must be made, which I don’t want to think of now. I have 8 hours of class to get through while hardly able to stay awake. Now I know how they feel.