Even the weather cooperated! Nothing but sunshine all day long. Mind you, it was exceedingly dismal inside the church, so my visual acuity suffered significantly. Sigh. OTOH, the repair café was back in business after a month off, so I got my mesh laundry bag stitched back to full integrity! Though it had been cool, I compromised, wearing my long-sleeved stained-glass tunic, but still revealing my painted toenails. Vanity, dontcha know?

The service was simply amazing. So much brilliance from all corners of the congregation. I got choked up a couple of times in the service (which can be worrying as it feels as if my lungs stop working). But I survived and managed to get home after a sunny ride. It was so sunny that I decided to sit outside on the back deck to let the healing heat soak into my old bones. S and shifting cats were out there as well. I talked a little about how untenable the situation had been. She confirmed that - for the next few months - there is no intention to take anything longer than day or overnight trips. ::releases huge gulp of relief:: And guess who was head-butting my legs? Yes, it was Miss-Don't-Touch-Me, herself. Oy.

I finally came in and wrote my review, though not before listening to Jesus' Hymn (The Lord's Prayer) and the heart=grabbing signature song from our Pan-Am Games. Wow, I hadn't expected that!

Unfortunately, my TV watching was curtailed as my usual news station was showing - ugh - American football. ::shudders:: So I just switched to cartoons which I then ignored as I returned to reading my Sawyer book. I finally finished it. Even if I ignored many of the scientific terms I didn't understand, I still fou8nd it fascinating on so many levels. I may try to reread it before my loan expires.

Now, hours later, I think I'd better have something to eat. Perhaps some chunky guacamole and tortilla chips? Sounds (and should taste) yummy!
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.
At least I managed to sleep until around 9:30. Obviously, Grumpy decided against coming by to do his trademark yowl. So not lol.

Finally got started on my Robert Sawyer book - "Calculating God". Love the premise and am chuckling over all of the dorky TO references. Yep, City-TV ... "Everywhere!" For my next project, I think I'll try to find ALL fictional books that are set in TO.

After my usual TV shows, I watched tonight's double MasterChef epi and now I'm going back to bed to read. Tomorrow, I definitely have to send an e-mail to church-John, just about begging him so we can go out to dinner next week, 'cuz otherwise it seems to be a very skinny month for activities. Perhaps I ought to hunt up a movie, too.
So, I had a do-nothing morning while hearing all the frantic activity as SuM and S were making sure they'd packed everything in the car for their vacay. My meals arrived just before they left. At least I was spared sitting and waiting in the living room while they buzzed about.

I sent in an e-mail to the meals admin so she could plug in my income and expenses into her subsidy formula. Then I went to bed to watch cartoons and dozed off. When I woke up, I had a reply saying I should still be good for this year. Yay. I approve.

I nodded off - again - during the evening news. Help. Then I watched my usual evening shows. I also had N.C.I.S. on while I played on the computer. I managed to turn around to watch Mark Harmon ride a horse (yes, I am eminently silly) but ... hot damn!

The cats are safe and secure, so there's an upside to my depriving myself of a social activity tonight. Still, it would have been nice to be able to go to my blind group's Pub Night in the west end (they had great food and were most hospitable). Alas, it wasn't meant to be as returning to an empty house in full dark, even with the driver's assistance, would not have been wise. So, I'm going to e-mail our group's Pres. to say I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

And, now, I'm returning to my Agatha Christie. Hope I finish soon.
... is that's when (3.14 a.m.) I looked at my cellphone as I lay reading in bed (going through Agatha Christie for a second time and catching ALL of the clues immediately; funny how that works). Luckily, I had no trouble falling asleep and didn't wake up until around 9:15. It was ... satisfactory.

However, after brekkie, I crawled back into bed, trying to restore sensation into my poor left hand. I had a special visit from Doctor Diva and, betwee my petting her and her licking my hand, I felt a lot better after! It was also very nice to have her lying next to my head again.

Beyond the usual TV shows, I decided to watch a rerun of a gruesome Murdoch Mysteries, featuring Lovecraft and his fellow weirdoes. After that, I needed the healing fresh sounds of nature and that's what's been rippling through the space for hours. Yay.

Well, I guess I should go to bed soon, what with meals delivery and SuM and S. going away tomorrow. Sleep does sound most enticing indeed.
If you had, you'd see me sacked out from one moment to the next, from one revolution to the next. I have no idea why. Woke up, read my phone, had brekkie, took my pills and went back to bed. Next thing I know, it's hours later. Okay, I'll get up and have a 'nana. Take my eyedrops. Return to bed, not intending to sleep, just relaxing. Yeah, sure. Woke up surprised.

We had a house dinner tonight, with me providing the frozen mushroom pierogi, while S went out and bought sour cream and possibly the incredibly tasty bagged salad (containing kale, cranberries, and pine nuts). It tasted amazing. I washed mine down with Iced Tea.

For a little while before dinner, I was kept company by Grumpy and Diva on the couch. They were both being very loving to me and each other. Then Diva jumped up on the dining table after dinner, still keeping mostly me company. That is one perceptive cat. She just knew I needed to be stroking her fur a lot.

We talked about the routine for SuM's and S's next vacay beginning on Tuesday. They're going to do the Thousand Islands tour that stops at the Castle on the U.S. side. Cool. When they get back, they're going to drive me to the boutique where they bought me the soap. As it's tight quarters, I'll send them down aisles to fetch what I'm looking for. Hey, it sounds reasonable to moi.

When I returned to my space, I watched my game shows and the news I'd recorded. Now I guess I'd better get ready for bed. TTFN. And a gentle goodbye to Princess Lalat.
Even if I have made that decision completely autocratically. Which, of course, I have. Mind you, I did wake up momentarily a few minutes past 6. Groaned, then attempted to fall asleep. Apparently, I was successful, as I slept until the alarm at 10.

Quickly ate my brekkie, then went to await delivery of my meals. It's nice having another person in the house all day, as S can take care of the cats. Three of them are out on the back deck (with one of them crossing over to the neighbour's porch). However, ever since the introduction of a fourth cat, CeCe has become ... paranoid and refuses to go outside! Hon, do you think we're going to leave you outside? Who knows how cats think.

Spent the afternoon lying in bed, reading my second Agatha Christie. It's making me feel quite lethargic, as it's set in the West Indies. And, comme d'habitude, I had my usual TV shows in the evening. Also recorded a special on Vulcan, Alberta (a town that's begun playing up its Trek connection to drum up tourist business). I'll probably watch it tomorrow. Right now, sleep is calling my name. Gee, sleep is SO smart!
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).
Mind you, I wasn't thrilled to wake up at 6:50. Please, universe, give me more sleep. The universe gave me a stuffed-up nose. Sigh. So, I eventually got out of bed and fed the cats. Because cats rule, dontcha know.

After my mid-morning nap with Diva, I finally, finally, FINALLY finished the book I'd been reading, about "graveyard" girl. I can't believe I'd just borrowed it 6 days ago. It felt like a lifetime. And, once again, I did get sucked in, though it took until a chapter in the teens. The details of the graveyard business were from the author/dancer's RL, as she'd been roped into doing it by her family. The only fanciful thing was the ending. She takes her DMV test on her birthday but has to drive her grampa's weird truck because her family has disappeared with dad's car. Then the family is outside the DMV with a sheet cake and lit candles. The ::coughs:: Mexican groundskeeper phones and asks her to pick him and his gf up in Anaheim as he's sneaking her in from Mexico. She does and pays off the coyotes holding the couple for ransom. Just a wild book. Now, before I go to bed, I think I should find some nice boring books to borrow.

I was shocked to find that the fourth cat (sequestered for her protection) had managed to get the spare bedroom door open and came down halfway down the staircase. Aarrgghh, cried the blonde and shooed her upstairs. Then the blonde took her life in her hands and climbed the very scary interior staircase (with just solid walls). Once I got used to the light levels, I found her, petted her and calmed her down and left her a scoop of dry food, before making my way back down. Step by step, slowly she moved.... Huge sigh of relief.

I also managed to do a load of laundry (my towels). And I finally made tabbouleh, throwing in extra onion, black olives and a whole container of halved cocktail tomatoes. Next time, blondie, quarter them. I also treated myself to a bourbon with ginger beer. Weird, and potent.

Watched the usual Saturday evening TV. Tonight's Peg + Cat featured singing to the main theme of Swan Lake. I swear, this is the weirdest cartoon show ever ... and highbrow to boot.

Right now, my brain is all fuzzy from the bourbon. So natch I'm taking my pills on top of it. Haven't a clue as to what I'm wearing to church, but I may wake up a few minutes earlier. ::gives self a pat on the back::
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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.
Though, perhaps not in its normal context, lol. So, I'd asked church-John to do me a favour ... to pick me up and drive me over to the dry cleaner nearby so I could give them my winter coat for a replacement lining to be installed. He arrived shortly after 1 and I was already on the back deck, leaning against the railing. We did the dry cleaner. He also checked another lit magnifier, said there was no corrosion from the batteries, but that the switch itself was a teensy bit loose. When we were back at my place, he looked at me and asked "what else was there". Silly man. I told him it'd be quick and it was ... just slightly over one hour.

Now he had the entire afternoon to work on tidying his place. I don't feel so excluded now that I know he hasn't had anybody over to his place ever since he moved in. That has to change. But, first - or second - after the cleaning up, he needs to move the fixture for the chandelier he bought so it's over his dining table. Tick-tock, tick-tock, c-J. People want to visit you.

I also had a chance to relax when we got back so I went back to reading. The cats have been behaving strangely in their eating habits. Diva didn't even touch brekkie. And she's been sleeping against my calves. I guess it's warmer there than on top of my head.

Watched tonight's edition of SNL Weekend Update. Oh, look. Alec Baldwin is back for a cameo. Considering the controversy the idiot in the White House is stirring up, it's no wonder Alec is earning some spare change. I also posted on Brian's FB timeline because he's way north of here at camp and the temps are going to be very low tonight. I hope he's keeping warm ... and having lots of fun, too. Okay, back to reading.
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.
Oh, the skittering clatter of many claws down the length of the floor. Not what I wanted to wake me up much too early. So I got up. Feel all confused. Was Barcelona only yesterday? Alas, yes. Naturally, there were other plots and a premature explosion. Um ... can I blast off into outer space now?

The universe does not grant me that wish. So I escape into library books. I plug "ballet" into the search box and borrow two books. The first - supposedly 90 pages long - is based on a true story of an orphan from Sierra Leone who finds a magazine picture of a ballerina and vows to become one herself. She and her best friend at the orphanage are adopted by an American family (who go on to adopt 4 or 5 more children). She ends up dancing with two world-renowned companies despite the fact that she had vitiligo from childhood. I guess the book must have been extremely large-print, aimed at inspiring young girls. I finished it in about FIVE minutes, tops.

Then I moved on to the next book whose cover of icy peaks beckoned. It's a fascinating story mixing history of Antarctica with ballet with teen angst with slight humour. Just the perfect escape for me. I'm about half way through.

Watched the news (where I found out about the latest from Spain) and my game shows, then returned to reading. I have stuff I need to do, but I'll leave that until tomorrow morning when my brain is a bit less unhinged. I know it's unreasonable to hope for serenity (and sanity), but that doesn't stop me from wishing it.
Awwwww. I finally got to newest (ha, I'd typed mewest accidentally) feline in the house while I was waiting for my meals to be delivered. Apparently she's silver grey, but I couldn't see the colours. She approached me, sniffed my hand, allowed me to pet her, then talked to me and slithered back and forth trying to mark me. So relieved she accepted me. OTOH, there were signs of World War Cat happening as she and CeCe had a dustup on the stairs. Sigh.

So, I finally finished the third Trek book at 1:30 in the morning. I was very disappointed (and still confused) at the end. The only good thing was that Data had a new life and purpose. I wasn't too thrilled to wake up at 7:03 again, but managed to fall back asleep until the alarm at 9. Also had just enough time before my food arrived to half-clean the freezer. Oops, I think I left it for too long.

Had a tiny unscheduled nap in the afternoon but roused in time for the news. Oh, dear. I absolutely loathed seeing that man with his weird hand gestures returning to his claim of violence on many sides. ::growls:: It's no wonder I feel like pulling the covers over my head, hoping to wake up in a much better world. At least I enjoyed one example of that better world. After watching tonight's Jeopardy!, I decided to go back and rewatch last night's, too. We're in the repeat of the College Tournament and yesterday's winner was fabulous. Can't remember (but hope) if she won the whole thing.

Okay, here's hoping I'll have some longer healing sleep tonight. ::crosses fingers::
Sometimes it pays to be behind on social media and not refreshing the page. But I was horrified to watch the 6:00 p.m. news and then to learn that one death had turned into three. I don't even know what to write; there are NO words for such intentional hatred.

Just as well that I'd slept in until 8:30. And my only duty was to look after the cats. Naturally, Grumpy had to give me kittens (not the cute kind) by getting caught in a sudden downpour and then ignoring my calls at both the front and back doors. He finally deigned to appear, sitting on the back deck, at 8:00 p.m. Luckily, there was enough light to still see him.

I'd originally wanted to watch "Galaxy Quest" but ended up having a regular low-key Saturday night, with the news and game show repeats. And it was pleasant having the company of cats, especially Diva who'd been sheared. Now she's so cold she likes to lie in the valley of the comforter next to my body.

Anyway, I'm going to treat my poor hands to a paraffin treatment. Even if I'm not on duty tomorrow, I'd like to have functioning fingers. What a concept, eh?
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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.
But, first, I gloried in the chance to sleep all the way to 9:56. just minutes shy of my 10:00 alarm. So relieved the cats allowed me to sleep in. I let the rambunctious ones out after 11, once I knew SuM and the gf would be back around 2:30.

Spent most of the afternoon in bed reading my second Trek book. Finally finished it after watching the news/game shows. Decided to postpone reading the third one. Just wasn't in the mood as this one had been weird. So I started on "Hidden Figures" but didn't really get into it as I've been especially blind today - blurred vision making it really difficult to see my computer screen. Sigh.

Called the mobility place and made an appointment for tomorrow, then confirmed the time with church-John. I'll be so happy to get out of the house tomorrow. Just feeling restless and it doesn't help that I feel a headache coming on. Sigh. Time for bed and hope for some healing sleep.
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