To bed at 1:00, awake at 3:25. ::groans:: Even though I tried to return to sleep several times during the night, nothing worked. So I read my new (weird) book, looked at clothes online, played solitaire on my phone, and finally just lay in bed keeping my hands warm. The alarm rang at 9; I ignored it. I finally got out of bed, had brekkie, but not enough time to defrost the freezer (in prep for a week's supply of new meals), so I just threw my hands up in the air. Screw it all.

After my meals were delivered, I went to bed for a couple of hours. I may have dozed off for a tiny amount of time. When I was at my computer again, I fou8nd that FOX had a repeat of the first epi of The Orville tonight. Yay! How kind of them. So I set it to record. After that, I struggled to stay awake through the news (fail) and game shows (mostly success). I've just finished watching the new space show and have concluded that I like it. It appeals to the dork in me. I like the mix of characters, especially the aliens with neat physical idiosyncrasies. So I hope it's a hit. It's nice to have something new to follow.

I'm about to take my pills and am so keeping my fingers crossed for a decent night's sleep. I don't want to be all grumpy when I'm out socializing tomorrow. ::crosses fingers::
So, apparently, I'm strange that way. But, then, the reading was also mind-wearying and holding the iPad awkward. So it was no wonder that I needed to spend a lot of time in bed today resting my poor neuropathic hands.

I had to chastise myself in the evening after learning that I'd missed the first epi of The Orville last night. I couldn't replay it from last night's grid (I don't know why certain shows are finicky like that), so tried to stream it off Fox's site. Ha! Loading ... as if. I watched the circling icon over and over and over. And then gave up. I may try tomorrow morning when online traffic is lighter.

Got a reply from church-John re lunch this week at the French crepe place. I convinced him to take me coat-shopping first. I told him it wouldn't take long (no undressing or change room needed) and that he could sit in his car and keep doing his crossword puzzle). Aren't I nice like that? Yes, lol. But I try not to take him for granted and he knows how much I value him (not just his driving ability). We do have a good time always when we're together.

At least I didn't miss the premieres (oh, how pretentious) of my game shows tonight. Anyway, I think I'm going to hunt up more library books before bed. And have a couple of cookies, too (my reward).
I have had it up to here ::points to eyebrows:: with the cat-sitting. Well, at least I got to sleep until after 7:30 (which wasn't all that late, considering that I'd restarted Liblikas after midnight, then tested the speakers by watching "The Competition" for the umpteenth time. Movie finished at 2:12. Yes, you do the math.

Anyway, I was just feeding the three cats (even though Diva decided she was only interested in water) when suddenly there was a whole lot of hissing going on in the kitchen. Imagine my disbelief when I saw the new cat had crept out of the bedroom (does that cat have thumbs or something?), descended the staircase and entered the battleground. Seriously, cat, if you're freaked out by the others, WHY do you engage any of them?

So, trying vainly to dissipate World War Cat, I grabbed her (she so didn't like that) and headed for the hideous stairs. She wriggled in my arms and swatted my face, so I was forced to release her. At least she did run upstairs and (I think) into the bedroom. I followed and made sure the latch was engaged. If her front paws hadn't been declawed (from her original hell house), I would have definitely had a bloody face. Anyway, I was really fed up.

But I didn't have time to dawdle. With all of the cats barred from my place, I proceeded to do laundry. And then luxuriated in my Euphoria shower, with a little time for relaxation. I was thrilled to receive S's text around noon that they were on their way home. So, so relieved and exhausted.

Spent more time reading the Sawyer. Never expected it to get so complicated. And the danger was unexpected. Onwards I slog through it (with a few days left before it expires). I was so tired, I missed a lot of the news and my game shows. But at least there were new Peppa Pig episodes this afternoon (set in Australia). Right now, I think I'm going to have a couple of cookies along with my evening pills. Then think about church and what to wear and jewellery. You know, the important stuff, lol.
It was just all too much to deal with. At least the cats probably ensured I had a fascinating dream during which I should awake. I was a guest at some sort of native ceremony of acknowledgment (like coming of age or achievement). The young man was already wearing several mantles or cloaks and was about to receive a really magnificent one (I think it was white eagle feathers). And, then, a black cat jumped across my view and I woke up. In fact, it had been mischief Diva who'd leaped from her position by my head that had startled me. But I guess I was thinking of my dearly departed Niki (who'd been black). Anyway, it was still a relief to get good sleep.

I finally sent a text to S. about the EpicFail. She didn't suggest that I try to climb Mount Olympus, so we just left everything in a holding pattern. In any case, her cat hadn't let out a peep, so I was hopeful that she wasn't in any distress.

Two of the cats and I snoozed once again for a little while in the early afternoon. Then, I finally tried to take control of my recycling and - with the exception of two soup containers - have washed everything. Yay! So what soup did I have? I heated up cream of chicken to which I added two chopped up avocados (as they were expiring quickly). Very tasty and filling.

There was FINALLY some more stress relief in the evening (though I still call MostlyEpicFail). At 7:29, I received a text from SuM's son. Where was he? Standing at the front door, because he didn't have the key with him. Just to make sure I heard him, he rang the doorbell. Please excuse me while I bang my head against the wall. That's NOT how texting is supposed to work. Anyway, he did what he was supposed to (except, once again, he left the food container up in the bedroom). Sigh. Luckily, I can access the huge sack of food on the front porch. I did text S that the cats were okay. I'm glad they're returning early tomorrow afternoon (as long as the car holds up!).

I've been checking FB obsessively all day long to check on the status of my friend returning from (I got it right this time) Dominica. He finally flew out of Barbuda and got home a couple of hours ago. At least he amused himself by posting about all the guavas he was eating and included some piccies of yummy food. Still, I'm glad he got home safely (though his nerves must definitely be frazzled).

In between all of the worrying, I managed to keep reading the fascinating Sawyer book, watching my regular evening shows as well as a repeat of MacGyver ... and commenting on Savage Love. It's been a while since I've done that - but a couple of people quoted me! Now I think I need to restart poor Liblikas because I can't get any sound when I'm playing videos. Oy.
After waking up around 8:30 (with no assistance or insistence from the cats), I did get a hold of church-John. Well, we do not have a date set for getting together, but at least he will be going to Costco to buy me my supplements. Yay for cheap(er) pain meds, etc.

It's really scary to see ANY news footage of Irma. Just hearing the wind makes me feel sick. I have a friend who was in the Dominican Republic (I think) and is desperately trying to return to TO. Just checked his FB status. He missed tonight's connection to TO and will be leaving at 3:45 p.m. tomorrow. ::draws fingernails across a chalkboard which is less stressful::

And then there's the aggravation of people who don't text me (as they should) or visit me (as they should). Siiiiigh. SuM's son was supposed to come over today to look after the fourth cat. Because of unfamiliarity with the other cats and life in the house, she's sequestered in the spare bedroom. I'll have to text SuM to reveal EpicFail in the morning and will probably have to make the very scary climb to the second floor and hope she doesn't pull a Houdini on me (as she did last week). SuM was hoping to prevent all of this (as I can't see the cat quickly enough to catch her if she tries to bolt). Siiiiiiigh again.
But, first, the rest of my day. Woke up before my alarm and got out of bed. After brekkie, I dawdled with getting ready. Finally started putting makeup on. Church-John said he'd let me know what time we're getting together. So I went back to bed and just lay there, contemplating the ceiling. I finally got out of bed after a couple of hours and started getting dressed. C-J e-mailed me, saying he'd be over at 5. Huh? What happened to the concept of "lunch"? Wellllll, as I found out later, Brent told him he'd call him ('cuz he was helping Brent and John after John's hip replacement), but Brent never did. Naughty brother Brent. So, apart from a couple of Gummi worms, I'd had nothing since brekkie to eat.

As it was cool out, I thought I'd better wear my warm leggings along with my tunic and capelet, as well as my (eek! bad hair week) beret. I really, really, really wished I could find my red satin scarf, but it seemed to have gone out-of-phase. It was only a couple of minutes before I was leaving that I glanced over onto the top of my printer (next to my desk) and - lo and behold, catching a flash of red - there was my scarf, hiding behind the box of tissues. To think it had been there all this time since I'd worn it last. Definitely sigh. But I was so excited, I forgot to pack my parking permit.

When c-J showed up, we took off for downtown. We were headed toward a French restaurant that one of our friends moans about. But the universe denied us. Apparently k.d.lang was performing nearby tonight and the place was reserved up-to-the-rafters. Sigh. So we headed across the street to a place I hadn't been to in a couple of decades. Yay, there was room for us. We ended up super-indulging ourselves with food and drinks, even a charming watermelon sorbet for dessert with little bits of chocolate imitating seeds!

When I got in, S. was watching a rerun of an old N.C.I.S. epi. Turns out she likes the show. And I found out that SuM had been the one who'd erased the show I'd recorded (because she thought she'd set it up to record). Just as well that I watched it this afternoon on the broadcaster's website. It was charming and funny, especially the bit where the town got a Cease-and-Desist letter from Gene Roddenberry. But, hey, Leonard Nimoy visited it; there's a bronze bust of him and his famous salute. I'm so glad I managed to watch it.

Right now, I've just watched my game shows and will watch the 6:00 p.m. news before bed. So, is that the only blind idiosyncrasy you had tonight, blondie? Uh-huh. I reached into my partially=opened fridge door for my bottle of water so I could swallow my pills. Instead, I pulled out the rosé and only noticed the colour after I'd poured it. So I added some sparkling water and washed my pills down. Oy. Just oy.
And there were lots of other treats included in my grocery delivery. Enough yum to last for days. After I got hot unloading all of the stuff, I ramped up the temperature by rewarding myself with a sushi platter and a couple glasses of rosé before jumping in the shower. I'd already decided to do laundry tonight as church-John won't be able to meet me as early as originally planned for tomorrow. So I thought I'd better guarantee clean clothes for Friday.

I found the place where SuM had bought me the sweet-smelling soap via the web. It turns out there's a new chic boutique just three minutes from me by car. So I'm going to phone them tomorrow to see if they have soap dishes. If they do, then c-J and I can go there first before the crepe place. I like that plan.

Continued reading the Christie in between all of my chores. I was disappointed that the TV did not record the special on Vulcan, Alberta last night. Right now, I'm trying to find when it'll be repeated. Sigh. However, there was another two hours of MasterChef on tonight. Now, back to Christie ... and eventually sleep.
Yup, hard to believe but.... Yesterday I received mail from the city's housing authority. I'm on a years'-long waiting list for RGTI housing. I've missed receiving important mail from them and have complained, the last time being in a registered letter sent IIRC in mid-March. And it took them until YESTERDAY to reply to me. Siiiiiiiiigh. Anyway, now I can indicate choices about the housing I'd like, even if nothing happens, but I will have had the illusion of choice.

Now back to last night. I did go to bed after posting but couldn't fall asleep. So I crawled out of bed and continued reading Agatha Christie. Until 4:00 a.m.! Somehow (miracle), I managed to fall asleep and, with the exception of 6:20, slept until my alarm at 8:00. But I feel so worn out.

Got ready for my visit to my eye specialist. It's a cloudy but breezy day. Still, I don't like the dullness of the sky. My driver took me past the church (which I thought was hilarious). When I arrived, I decided not to do panic shopping at the drugstore, so just got money from the bank, then sat outdoors where two people recognized me (the first an old neighbour from last decade who kissed both the top of my beret and my hand,the second a church friend I'd seen only yesterday). My appointment was for 1:00 and I was the first patient seen. I like our visits but today's was very frustrating. Between the inadequate sleep, too much reading, and not enough sunlight to encourage my pupil to dilate, my vision was the worst it's ever been. I could barely see the outline of the giant E. And the second slide seemed to be in red spider scribbles. Uh-oh. Still, he's so funny, he made me laugh. I told him about how much I enjoy being in the new group because of trips and parties and he observed he'd always thought I was a "party girl"!

Being done so quickly was unexpected, so I just vegged in the lobby and waited. For a very long time. But my ride finally came at 3:00 and we were on our way via a detour. Past the museum where I also caught a glimpse of my old building, down the street where I'd eaten at a sushi restaurant, across the street from the building in the chich neighbourhood where I had a fab summer job for two summers. And, then, he got me home very quickly. Yay!

Had a very quiet evening with the customary TV shows. I finished the first Christie Book, but have to reread the last chapter because I got confused. Oops. Better slide into bed soon to recuperate.
Um ... oops?

It's the best day of the week and I ended up dozing through most of the evening. Emotional exhaustion, claim I, waking up after 12:30 a.m. It didn't help that I woke up at 3:50 a.m. Help! Having Diva lying across my ankles (kept my feet warm) felt strange though nice. I was also having a terrible (much worse than bad) hair day, so plopped my black beret on. Sigh. Waited to feed the cats until I was ready to leave home. As I sat on the sidewalk waiting for my bus, I could hear Grumpy yowling, wanting to be let out. Sigh.

When I arrived at church, I sat outside under the warm sun, even though it was breezy, until one of my friends showed up. It didn't help that this morning wasn't one of my good sight ones. Imagine my shock to hear another one of my wonderful friends' names called out during the Prayers of the People. John (not church-John) who'd been a set designer (and decorated Brent's Holy Union when we didn't have equal marriage yet), had an English background and - ever since my wedding - would always greet me with "Hello, Mrs. Woman!" died suddenly this week. I am SO fed up with losing people. Important people. Not just one sigh, but a string of sighs.

Because one can't sustain the level of excitement as was seen last week, the service itself felt quieter. After, I had a few minutes to rest outside waiting for my bus (on a later schedule). Luckily, it was on time, so I could still get home with plenty of time to write my review. As I walked up the driveway, I could hear the cries of the fourth cat, sequestered for her own safety. Sigh.

When I got in the house, I went up the dangerous flight of stairs to pet and feed her. Well, I fed her but wasn't fast enough to get out the door, so she escaped on me. Eeeeeeeek. So, in order to maintain equilibrium in the house, I had to let yowling Grumpy go outside (as she's afraid of him). Then I retreated to my space, which the other two cats visited during the afternoon, leaving her alone. I'm already so exhausted. I finally texted S, asking when they'd be home and mentioned the situation. Oh, thank goodness, it'll be in a few minutes - before 6. I was so happy to hear people in the house again, so I could watch the news. Or ... most of the news, because then I lost not only my TV reception, but also the internet which stayed down for a long, long time.

Finally, I got both back. Ended up watching cartoons, reading the Agatha Christie book I borrowed last night, and dozing off (I guess it was the sugar from the two tarts I had for dinner). Another oops? Well, I'd better take my pills and go back to bed as I'm off to my eye specialist tomorrow morning. Officially, sigh (even though he's a real sweetie).
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( Aug. 25th, 2017 11:29 pm)
I was Grumpy Greta having to wake up at 7 this morning to book my rides for next week. And I didn't even get the exact time I needed for the first one. Boo. Hiss. I'll just have to hope the driver comes early and keep my fingers crossed. After that, I tried to get back to sleep, but wasn't successful. Okay, I'll get up and feed the cats.

After that, I went back to bed, not really intending to sleep but somehow I dozed off with a cat or two between my feet. It was very soothing and I really needed the sleep. It happened again in the afternoon. In between, I read my silly book, and caught up on social media via the desktop.

Enjoyed watching the repeat of the College Tournament on Jeopardy! tonight. And, natch, I got the Final clue right! I finally heated up the bag of organic tomato & cilantro soup I'd had in the freezer for a very long time. The cilantro was terrific. And I placed my grocery order for next week. Thrilled to see that sugar plums (I didn't know that was the formal name for yellow plums) are still available.

Uh-oh, gotta go. I hear Mr. Grumpy yowling in the dining room. Because of a domestic disruption tonight, he never got his dinner. I guess I'd better see if he wants to eat it now. Sigh. Talk about grumpy bookends of my day.
First of all, I set the alarm for 9:00, in order to be the "early worm". It worked, as I managed to get through on the phone and get something done. SuM and S finally left, so I was queen of the realm again. I was still waiting for a call back from the custom sewing place and getting very frustrated as I wanted to get in the shower and then do laundry. But, with that hanging over my head.... Sigh.

Another sigh as I think the cats are stressed out over the addition of another cat into the household, though she's sequestered. Even always-hungry Ce-Ce is leaving food in her dish!!!

I finally gave up with waiting and headed for the shower. What a relief. Then I used Yelp to send a message to the custom sewing place, saying I'd left a phone message yesterday at 1:00 p.m. and what gives. Well, I got a reply VERY promptly, lol. As I'm already not thrilled with their response time and the procedure for custom sewing, I also have to procure the fabric myself. Screw that! So, I am making a monumental (for me) decision. I'm going to buy clothing online for the first time in my life. I'll just take very precise measurements. I'm going to buy at least two coats; I also need leggings and am looking at dresses I can shorten and wear as tops. I feel such a great sense of relief that I have - just in this area - solved one of my biggest obstacles. Whew.

Earlier in the day, I continued reading my graveyard girl book. It finally provided me with some emotional satisfaction. Though the author is driving me crazy, she definitely does express the whole teen angst big accurately.

In the evening, there was a two-hour double epi of MasterChef. Then I watched a segment from Good Morning America where they'd had the cast of "Come From Away" to sing the screechin' in ceremony.

While I was playing with my hair (trying to devise a less-frumpy style), I was looking for my brush that I haven't used in months. And I found my special crystal neck wraps to cool my body down. Yeah, right. Just as we're moving into fall weather. At least church-John should be relieved I found them. Anyway, I'm just pleased I can go to bed tonight without having anything hanging over my head.
Well, actually, I wouldn't even call it "living". I had so many missed opportunities for connecting with people, it was definitely frustrating. I guess I'll try again tomorrow morning.

The only fascinating part of my day was waking up. I'd managed to sleep in - always a bonus - and, as I woke up, I tried to unravel my weird dream. I was a male high school teacher taking my class on a road trip. We were in Seattle (gee, what a non surprise considering I read "The Stranger") but had to be in Buffalo tomorrow. It's as if I were mixing up living in close proximity to the U.S. border - when the logical choice would have been thinking of Vancouver, B.C. Oh, well, that's my quirky mind.

The rest of the day was boring as I kept waiting for the phone to ring. Well, it did, but it was only one of my long-time church friends. I did also have a back-and-forth with the senior church deacon about my friend who'd died. Later, I found out I'm going to be the cats' auntie beginning tomorrow and continuing through Sunday. Yay for sleepovers.

I watched my usual TV in the evening before returning to my still underwhelming teen book. I'm up to Chapter 6 and it's still not going anywhere. Hmm, I wonder if that's the author's problem that she doesn't know how to get a book going. Perhaps that's the reason she only wrote two books IIRC. Well, back to it.
Well, at least I had some decent sleep. When noises irritated me out of my slumber, I thought it was around 7. Imagine my delighted surprise to see that I'd slept all the way to 9:47. Much, much better. What wasn't better was submitting church-John's and my waiver forms to my blind group for the trip. It took me ::growls:: two whole hours. First I had to actually locate where the template was. Oh, look. It's on Google Drive that I loathe using. Once that was out of my way I could actually enjoy brekkie!

And, yes, there was major container washage in the afternoon. Life is short, but recycling is ... eternal. Or something ridiculous like that.

I finished my ballet book. I was intrigued to read that the author had been a dancer for 10 years. So the balletic parts were realistic. The Antarctic thing? Just her personal obsession. Anyway, I enjoyed it so much, I borrowed another book by her, this one about a teenage girl who's coerced into working for her family's cemetery business. Yay for more fun reading.

The evening news revealed a wonderful scenario. Because of the turmoil in the U.S. and opposition to you-know=who, tourism to Canada - and TO specifically - has increased substantially. Compared to one year ago, international tourism is up 18% in TO and tourism from Mexico is up 90%!!!!! Digest those numbers. Naturally, increased tourism is terrific for our financial stability. After the news, I watched my game show repeats. Now I'm just chillin' listening to rainforest bird and rain sounds. I guess I should head to bed soon.
Until I had a personal confrontation with ... strawberry jam???

Well, it all started so easily. My minivan showed up at 10:05 and then I was taken on a convoluted route while the driver picked up and dropped off others. But I eventually arrived at the restaurant in High Park which, for the benefit of strangers, I like to boast - cuz trufax - is larger than Monaco, around 11:15. There were already a couple people whom I knew, so we sat together until the gaggle of people arrived. I ended up sitting with the woman I'd sat next to at both pub nights. She's in a wheelchair with an extension for her legs, so usually sits at the end of the table. Anyway, I liked the fact that we already knew each other.

So ... strawberry jam??? I ordered a Mediterranean omelette which came with tiny home fries as well as two slices of toast and - yes - packets of the jam. I wasn't aware I'd dribbled or otherwise smeared some beyond the rim of my plate closest to the edge of the table. You can fill in the sticky blanks. I ended up with jam on the front of my jumper and my capelet. Some might have even penetrated through the thin material of my jumper and onto my trousers. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I tried to clean some of it, but knew that only a shower and laundry would really work. Anyway, I sat outside with my two friends until my ride came, luckily at 2:10 as scheduled.

When I got in, I had a lovely Euphoria experience and got my laundry done. What a relief. I'd already conveyed to SuM and gf that I'd bring over the bottle of Hypnotiq and Bourbon Maple Walnut tarts while we watched SNL Weekend Update. SuM loved-loved-loved the Hypnotiq. We all had two glasses of it on the rocks. So what was the occasion? Well, I thought we should celebrate the fact that SuM's gf had just officially moved in this week. To my surprise, I found out that her cat is too scared to come down so has been hiding in the bedroom. So I may have to wait a while before I get to meet her.

Right now, I need to take my painkillers ('cuz my knees are protesting long minivan rides) and perhaps read for a little while. I'm glad I don't have to go anywhere until Sunday. Yay for time to recuperate.
Sigh. The day had started out so well, with me getting a terrific night's sleep and waking up at 8. Had a leisurely brekkie and got ready for church-John to pick me up at 11. By a trial-and-error driving method, we actually found our way to the place where I was going to get my walker brakes tightened. Oh, yeah, that DID happen but the guy offered to tighten my basket hooks ... and broke one of them off. To add insult to injury, I was charged $50 for the brake work (their rate is $100/hour). And, then they offered to order me another IDENTICAL basket (because walkers are special snowflakes with each basket fitting only a single walker style). Well, I wasn't going to put up with that, so c-J just grabbed the broken basket and hook before we left.

At least we managed to stop in at our fave seafood place for a lovely lunch. I had calamari and the shrimp'n'chips special while c-J had scallops'n'chips and a salad. After that, we stopped at Canadian Tire so he could go in and buy a couple of different styles of hooks. He's going to try to give me a better and more secure hook. ::crosses fingers::

When I got in, I poured myself into the shower and then into bed. I read a wee bit of my Trek book and then "Hidden Figures". It was fascinating to read how desperate the higher-ups at Langley were to recruit female graduates during the war years. Anyway, as my Trek books will expire in a few days, I'd better finish the third one first before getting too deeply into the space program.

When SuM got in, she surprised me with a prezzie. It was a lovely scented bar of soap from a frou-frou shop ('d never heard of. So now I have to find myself a soap dish and actually use it. I also have an old prezzie soap in a decorative carton with "Queen" on it. Should use that first, eh?

Watched my usual news and game shows. Ha! I got Final Jeopardy! right: vortex and vertex. Then I watched tonight's MasterChef. And I was delighted that the music on Peg + Cat was Mozart ("Msrriage of Figaro"). They can repeat that epi as often as they want. And, speaking of music, when c-J and I were driving, we heard the famoue duet from Bizet's "The Pearl Fishers". By an odd coincidence, I saw a FB post about that opera being shown as an encore presentation at the movie theatre starting tomorrow. So I'm thinking of going ... whenever. Too tired to check it out tonight.
First of all, body (yes, I'm talking AT you), I didn't appreciate being woken up at 4:40. The alarm is set for 5:45. Can you tell the difference? Sigh. Anyway, I got ready and put on my pretty pearls with added bling. My ride wasn't until 9:15, so I had a bit of time to relax. As I seemed to be on a completely different schedule, I didn't arrive at church until 9:55.

Church was - as always - fabulous. Our Presider gave us "blanket permission" to dance during the Offertory - a Mamma Mia medley! I had to giggle as my jeweller was in attendance and made a beeline for me to compliment me on the goods. I also received another compliment and told the person that it was my melted down wedding rings ... which she thought was cool.

Church-John gave me the ticket for Brent's retirement bash. I'll have to pay him next week. And arrange for him to take me up north to get my brakes fixed.

So, blondie, where's the excruciating pain, already? Patience, grasshopper, here it comes. When I arrived home and stowed my walker in the garden, I walked up the back deck steps and reached for the back door knob. It. Did. Not. Move. Arrgghh. SuM had left on vacation and locked the back door (for which there is no key). So I had to not only hobble back down the driveway, but gingerly climb up the steps and try to open the screen door at the same time. The same screen door that is not secured, so it will flap all the way open. It's a wonder it didn't break off. By the time I got in, I was in so much pain, especially in my feet.

But I couldn't relax, as I had my review to write of the service. Sometimes I amaze myself and this was one of those times. When I finished, I fed the cats, and then - just before I collapsed - I sent a long e-mail to my blind group. They were asking for feedback and ideas. Oh, boy, did I give them feedback! I still hadn't had any lunch. I then watched the news (and dozed off). Then I watched Big Bang Theory - an epi from 2014. It guested James Earl Jones and Carrie Fisher. I enjoyed it so much, I watched it again!

The pain was more than enough to derail my appetite. I ended up eating a few mixed nuts and small containers of yogurt. And swallowed my pills down with a can of Coke. That was it. I'm just waiting for my ankles to feel less paralyzed, because it's very unpleasant - on top of the screaming pain. I'm just hoping the cats will let me sleep in. Only way to find out is to go to bed. Good idea.
Okay, let's just derail that question. I was in so much pain that I spent most of the day in bed. Not only that, but my hands stank of all the cleaning solutions I'd used yesterday, even after I'd used my Euphoria shower gel. Urgh. It was only in the evening that the situation (well, both of them) improved, when I gave my hands a welcome soak in my paraffin bath. Ahhhhhhh.

I wouldn't be surprised that my reading (trying to get through "Rogue One" before it expires) was derailed because of my dual aggravation. Sigh. It's funny though that I found out from SuM that she also likes Euphoria. As she put it, she liked the fact that it avoided smelling traditionally girly. Well, I don't even think of it in those terms. For me, it's both sensual and dramatic.

Speaking of dramatic and sekrit, I worked on my second special project for the church and sent it off. Yay for me. After watching and falling asleep during the news, I watched my game show reruns, a wonderful repeat of Murdoch Mysteries involving spies and our first PM; then I just kept watching whatever was on the same channel. It was a show? about a woman who has special powers in seeing dead people and helping others with their loss (or solving crimes). Well, that's what I got out of it.

Okay ::puts on long-suffering face:: it's back to "Rogue One" and then beddy-byes.
Oh, yes, indeedy. I was faced with those cold, cruel digits staring at me with a veneer of impertinence to boot. So I reached for the iPad and continued reading my Trek novel. Luckily, the pain managed to stay in the background for a while. I finally finished it only to find that it was the MIDDLE book of a trilogy. So I borrowed the other two books.

Once again, citing nausea, sleeplessness, and pain, I talked myself out of doing household chores. Instead I managed to snatch another two hours of sleep just before 2. And woke up in the middle of more vivid dreams. Hmm, I wasn't aware that gastric upsets and sleep deprivation when combined were dream catalysts.

I ventured into SuM's living room after watching the news and my game shows. We watched "The Diaries of Ann Lister" - a fascinating true account of a woman who'd defied the constraints of polite British society to carve out a life for herself on her own terms: refusing to marry, studying a vast array of subjects, hiring men to mine her land, and - oh yes - living with a woman and adopting the role of "husband". She used to write love letters in a special code which was decrypted only after 150 years. SuM wondered whether it might have been solved by a woman!

SuM also graciously made supper: big meatballs (we joked about those), boiled potatoes, and the snappiest crispy peas. Luckily, I managed to overcome the lingering nausea and enjoyed my meal. ::breathes a sigh of relief:: Right now, I think I'm going to drink some soothing ginger pineapple juice and then read for just a titch. I have to wake up early to book my rides for next week's pub night. Yay!
Well, I managed to get about 7 hours of sleep. Sound good? Nah, not when I woke up at 6:26. Much too early. Even worse, everything's been hurting me all day long. From my face(!) and head to my spine. Finishing up with my ankles. With the face out of commission, it was difficult for me to read, even though I'm finding the Trek novel piquing my curiosity. Sigh.

Once again, I had an emergency nap, from shortly after 1 to 3:30. When I woke up, I was in the middle of a vivid dream. Normally fine, but not when my head hurts.

Slept on and off during the news (so annoying), but was awake for my game shows. Now I just want to go to bed and forget that my body exists. I need solid oblivion.
It's not even 9:30 and I know I'm headed off to bed (as soon as I've taken my pills, washed my face, and done my eyedrops). Whoa, blondie. How come you're a zombie?

Well, it doesn't make much sense to me considering that the morning part of Sunday was normal: wake up at 5:45, leave home around 8:45, do church, get picked up.... BZZZZZZRT. Scratch that. Do NOT get picked up by the promised cab (and learn that the cabbie has declared you weren't there which is enough to make me start screaming). Have the rides provider promise to send another cab which luckily arrives in a few minutes. So I end up getting home around 1:50, already worn out.

I ignored lunch so I could concentrate on my service summary. I'm finally done before 3:30 and do I eat lunch then? Why, of course not. I have to go feed the cats (after coaxing Grumpy off the back deck with loving words and cute hand claps). ::puts hands on hips:: Hey, there were SO cute hand claps. Only then did I return to my cool, dark refuge ... and have a couple of fruit tarts. Not quite lunch or nutritious, but I just didn't feel like anything else.

When SuM got home, I was relieved she bought me a bottle of Aleve (though what she paid for it at the drugstore was ridiculous when compared to Costco's price). But I was desperate and didn't want my old joints to be screaming in a couple of days.

Anyway, off to do my pre-bed routine. Silly nighty-night, all.
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