So, guess who showed up at church at 9:00 a.m.? Yup. I did. But, blondie, how could that be? You were supposed to be picked up at 9:00 a.m. Well, the driver decided to be twenty-four minutes early. As I was ready (and just relaxing at my computer), I went. Luckily, as it was a spectacular day weather-wise, I loved sitting outside in the shade of a really old tree and listening to the service. The music was really clear, the spoken parts less distinct.

The service was - as should be no surprise - amazing. Church-John surprised me with a prezzie, an issue of Playboar magazine. He said he'd given Ash a copy of Catmopolitan! He also gave me a double-thick Sharpie as mine were fading. It's a bit clumsy to hold even if it has twice the capacity. But ... no pain killers. He said he'd get them for me in a couple of days and then drive over. So I suggested we might go to the dry cleaner so I could get my new coat sleeves shortened.

After the service, while I was sitting outside waiting for my ride, the photographer asked if this would be a good time to photograph me. I agreed, even though it wasn't with her lights and equipment. I'm curious to see how the piccies turn out as they're for a special project. If they don't out, then we can try again. When I got home, I decided to treat myself first to sitting out on the back deck again. And, after a long sit-down, I finally went inside to work on my review. It didn't take long, but then I wasn't going through Every. Single. Minute!

With no news (stupid football), I had nothing to watch until The Orville which I'd already set to record. I dozed off but woke up just as it was starting. More juvenile humour, but also some really funny stuff. So, yes, I enjoyed it and will rewatch for stuff I missed.

Now I think it's time to crawl into bed and read my new library book. Nighty-night, all.
Well, I first opened my eyes at 4:43. Bad body. Bad mind. I tried my hardest to fall back asleep, but failed, finally getting out of bed at 5:26. So, I had all this time ahead of me. I read, I sent e-mails to all and sundry, I eventually (like hours later) had brekkie. And watched as the hours crawled by. Did a load of laundry at noon, so I had nothing hanging over my head for the afternoon. Even after having marble cake and a Coke for lunch, I still felt like dozing off. That's how drained I am.

It's Homecoming Weekend at church ... and I am not there. Sigh. Well, I have to accept that I just can't be everywhere for logistical reasons. Tonight there was a cabaret-style show. I'm sure church-John will tell me everything about it tomorrow morning.

Watched my evening shows, then read some more. Tried on my new leggings (for tomorrow) and absolutely love them. Threw out a pair of ancient holey (like 3 decades? old) ones. ::shudders:: My outfit is prepared, my jewellery chosen. All I have to do tomorrow is fill my water bottle. But, oh, it's been a looooong day. Looking forward to the "S" word tonight.
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!
Helllllllllp. So, I slept ... okay and woke up at 5:45. Had a hearty brekkie. Got dressed and out the door. But, after I arrived at church, bits and pieces of my consciousness began to ... shut down. I missed whole swaths of the service (and I was on duty TODAY!!!) which I only retrieved by watching the service once I got home (or most of it, as the beginning was missing). Church-John had an extra coffee which he gave me. For all the good it did (it didn't), perhaps I should have tossed it in my face???!!!

It rained last night (so the grass was wet), but there was no precip during the service and my bus got me home just before another downpour. Whew. It took me ages to write my review (due to the zombieness ... zombiehood???) and then I was able to relax. Finally had lunch (cold pierogi from last night). Dozed off during the news so who knows what I missed. Returned to my computer, trying to stay current. Was thrilled to read that our new pastor-elect (and my FB buddy) loves the architecture of Gaudi. Wow - I envy him for having visited Barcelona. Long siiiiiiigh. Made some fresh corn on the cob for dinner. Ate it naked (no butter or salt) because I couldn't be bothered.

Right now, I'm feeling pretty mellow, what with listening to lake bird sounds on the TV. I just couldn't handle the sound of cartoons, for once.

Have NO idea of what I'll do tomorrow. I guess I should torment c-J with thoughts of trying to get to the French resto for lunch this week. It just feels weird to look at my Agenda and see NOTHING scheduled for the week. That is simply ... unacceptable. ::asks the universe for a sign::
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).
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, what a perfect day on which to celebrate Brent's 40th Anniversary. The service was exquisite, full of many touching moments (caught on camera thankfully). The music was powerful. The service ended with a flash mob led by our Broadway Diva. I laughed. I cried. I didn't want it to end. But it had to end, because then there was a party in the Social Hall with hot dogs, chips, klondike bars and freezie pops. The entertainment was a mixed bag, ranging from singing by our refugee group, a Star Trek parody including both TOS and Next Gen characters, a modern dance that included a young boy and two adults. Mind you, I missed a lot being blind. Sigh. At least I had my seeing eye person (thanks, church-John) to describe things for me. Both c-J and our mutual friend had worked on my walker and fixed the basket. They're so ... handy!

After the food and entertainment, c-J drove me home where he came in and replaced almost all of my batteries. So, why weren't my fake pillar candles working? The batteries were corroded and had leaked. Yuck. He got all of them working, also put a battery in the portable misting fan he'd given me, also got the automatic can opener to work (hallelujah!). The only thing he wasn't able to fix was my lit (ha, so not) magnifier. But I don't want to shell out another 30 bucks. Sigh.

After he left, I got busy writing my review of the service. After posting it, I received a stunning compliment from the church (I wish I knew who the spokesperson is). And, now that the anniversary has been and gone, I can reveal the secret I've been keeping. There was a special committee at the church who invited me to write some touching, personal memories of Brent and me for inclusion in a special book. I wrote some outrageous ones, 502 words' worth (my limit had been 500). I don't know if any of the memories will be made public, but I'm so happy that Brent'll never forget me. Hey, how could he!!!

I'm looking forward to making some appointments this week. C-J agreed to drive me to the dry cleaners on Thursday so I can get them started on replacing my winter coat lining. And then we're going to drive downtown to a crepe restaurant. Yay for more social time for blondie.
Yes, you guessed it. That all happened at church this morning. Mind you, I had a whole lot of names I included in the Prayers of the People (like all of you currently residing south of the border). I think the music helped most of all (which is just as valid a conveyor of the message). I was also surprised (and thrilled) to be accosted by a flamboyant young man whom I hadn't seen in at least a year (though I thought it was longer). He's sort of lost himself, so I hope he'll start attending church more regularly (even though it's a very VERY long bicycle ride from home).

Church-John didn't have my walker basket because he'd underestimated the girth of the support bar. So he and our mutual friend B (who lives in the same building) are going to concoct something on their own from scrap metal. I think I shall be vewy VEWY afwaid. OTOH, I was pleased to learn that we'll be seated at tables at the fancy gala for Brent. How elegant.

I was thrilled that my cab was already waiting for me after church and I got home quickly. Off to write my church review before collapsing. Had strawberry cheese strudel for lunch. So nutritious NOT. Then I went to bed and continued reading my Trek book. Finally (like 16 chapters in), it's getting good. ::rolls eyes::

Looking forward to being lazy tomorrow and finishing the book before it disappears off my iPad. Gee, 21 days just zip right by.
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( Aug. 6th, 2017 10:54 pm)
What wasn't there to love? Well, apart from the alarm going off at 5:45. But the weather was lovely. I added my gorgeous mango/azalea/black top and sparkling citrine chandelier earrings to my ensemble. I was picked up early and arrived at church before 9:10, so I sat outside and listened to the gorgeous music. One of my fave singers was our guest artist today. She's such a sweetheart, always coming over to give me a hug and kiss. We make a terrific mutual admiration society!

Brent's sermon was on heaven and hell through a progressive Christian lens, following the readings of which the first one was by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. His vivid words just sprang off the page. The service was so efficient I even had time to socialize after. Was also relieved that church-John had brought me $100 worth of supplements. Yay! I was also extra relieved that my cab (from the bad company) arrived ten minutes early, with the driver meeting me halfway down the ramp. Oh, good. Someone who knows how to read directions and special statements.

I got home exactly at 1 which was fabulous. Was surprised to see that SuM had already left. She left me a text. Gone but returning on Tuesday. So I had to corral Grumpy, the same old boy on whose tail I trod (totally by accident, I swear) when I'd been walking down the back deck steps in the blinding morning sunshine. He eventually appeared to forgive me, but I wasn't taking any chances, as I scooped him up and carried him inside. Whew. Cats are a real handful.

Writing today's review was easy, especially as I started with the music. After that I collapsed. After some gooey lemon danishes, I later had some soppressata sausage and a glass of rosé. I also opened a bottle of the store brand of sparkling water, trying to compare it to Perrier. I thought it was fizzier, but tasted more salty. I'm also so nervous handling glass bottles. Eek.

C-J sent me an e-mail in the evening confirming he's all mine (bwahaha) on Wednesday for getting my walker fixed. Wonderful. Naturally, I'm sure we'll do lunch somewhere, too. Looking forward to a good week ahead.
If I'm lucky, I'll get a do-over in the distant future. Because, seriously, I woke up around 4:30 with screaming bones and joints. Also with breathing difficulties, though that could have just been because a very fluffy Diva was sleeping next to my head. CeCe was near my feet. As for Grumpy, I think he's avoiding me except at mealtimes.

So, up ridiculously early and in pain. What to do? Well, I reached for the iPad and read a few more chapters of "Rogue One". I also worked on an email I needed to send to the Presider of yesterday's service over something I felt was presented in shallow, ablist language. Let's see how they react. Later in the afternoon, I fell back asleep (without setting the alarm) and woke up at 5:40 - with a whole lot of dreams in the meantime.

After my usual TV shows, I watched a rerun of Murdoch Mysteries. It was the silly one about a "murdered" dog. And I finally ate something. I hadn't eaten anything since brekkie, so finally had some chickie noodle soup and leftover tortilla chips. I'm so uninterested in food, I'm even delaying placing my grocery order and delivery. Meh.

Right now, I just hope I can have some uninterrupted sleep for more than a few hours. Despite my stupid pain. Sigh.
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.
It's a darn sight better than the limbo I was in from 3:19 to 7:26 this morning, not really asleep. It was most disagreeable. But I was thrilled to finally get my act together and remove all the cleaning supplies from under the vanity in order to organize them properly. I already had them catalogued but - because of the blindness - needed to specify location. So I proceeded to do that, running back to the computer every so often to note the location. Imagine my embarrassment to find that I'd had a few dyslexic moments, noting L2 when the location was actually R2. But everything is all fixed.

In the early afternoon I watched last night's MasterChef. Huh. I'd never heard of hanger steak. It still sounds weird, hearing about how finicky it is to cook properly. I tried reading for a bit (still on "Rogue One"), then drifted off for a wee bit. In the evening, it was the usual combo of news and game shows. I was sad to see the current $100K+ Jeopardy! champ be defeated, but then I also got Final Jeopardy wrong.

So, what's the special invitation? I just checked my "real name" e-mail account. There was something fabulous from the church. Yes, another super sekrit project. So I'm going to work on it starting tomorrow. Right now I'm yawning widely. Time for pills and bed.
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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( Jul. 22nd, 2017 11:48 pm)
Arrgghh. So not a respectable time to wake up. But, as I couldn't breathe, I stayed up and grabbed the iPad. Good thing I have a Trek story to slog through. I was surprised to hear SuM wake up and drive off shortly after 7. Huh? Was she going to work or away overnight? I determined by the low level of cat food in the container that it must be work.

Lethargy finally caught up with me around 1:15. I dragged myself back to bed for a two-hour nap. Oh, that felt good. Even though I'd watched our new pastor via my computer yesterday, I ended up watching the entire recorded newscast. It felt weird to watch another station as I'm so used to the on-air personalities of my regular station. The unintentionally hilarious thing is that his interview was shown immediately before a report of a mega-thousands convention of Jehovah's Witnesses here in TO. ::rolls eyes::

I ended up taking another inadvertent nap after watching my game shows, but only for a titch past an hour. I'll still keep my fingers crossed that I get decent sleep tonight. And, speaking of fingers, I just took the sparkly polish off and I'm going to give my hands a paraffin bath before sleep. Aaaaaaaaah.
Yes, I did good today. The day began auspiciously as I managed to sleep in all the way to 8:26. Excellent! I saw there was an e-mail from the admin with her attempt of a letter attached. I ignored it, needing to chill and have brekkie first. Then I attacked the editing job. It was actually quite easy and I just polished it a little. I then sent it back to her. Naturally, she was delighted, yadda yadda.

Okay, my day is going well. Next on the list was feeding the cats which means corralling them first. Yeah. Lovely. Well, I fed the two that were there, but left the back door open. When I returned to the kitchen, I was so surprised to see Grumpy sitting obediently next to the screen door, waiting to be let in. Awwwww, Grumpy. So he got a little food too, eating from Diva's bowl. So, that was taken care of, too.

I'd already listened to the national radio interview our new pastor had this morning. He thoughtfully added the direct link to his FB post. Good thing, as I don't have a radio. He was also interviewed on the national 6:00 p.m. TV broadcast. I DVR'd it, but didn't need to, because he supplied a link. Yay, Jeff. You rock (inside joke)!

Spent the rest of the day being lazy. Well, I think I earned it. Read my Trek book and tried to catch up on FB which is usually a hopeless task. Also exchanging comments with Brian who's at the airport. He still has 2.5 hours (there's a delay) until his plane takes off for Paris. Wheeeee. Anyway, as I'm not on my way to Paris ::sniffs:: I think I'm returning to reading.
Well, that's what I was left with after our brunch at a supposedly upscale restaurant in the Village. Church-John, church-Brian (as opposed to baby bro), actor-Cory and I had gone expecting to partake of Summerlicious. But they didn't do it on Sundays. Boo. So I had a leek and goat cheese omelette (very good), served with a huge pile of fried potatoes (so I had tons to bring home), also a side order of very crispy bacon and a Dark & Stormy. Still, it was enjoyable being with good friends in the afternoon.

It was a very busy day at church. I arrived at 9:00 and sat outside enjoying the breeze and listening to the glorious music. Sorry, Brent, but I couldn't hear your sermon twice (lol). A lot of people congratulated me on the honour of being featured on the cover of the order of service. When Brent breezed by at the end of the first service, he said it was a "nice" picture. Yeah, Brent, because I like to smirk at everyone! I was also on duty so, as I said, a very busy day.

I was happy to get home (with my pile of potatoes packed into a box fitted into a bag with handles), herd the cats into some semblance of order, feed them, then seclude myself in order to write my review. Thankfully, I managed to do it with fewer words than normal. After that, I was finally able to relax. Watched the news, then got back to reading and finished the third "Murdoch" book. I'm now moving on to Lindy West's "shrill".

I'm relieved I don't have to get up tomorrow - and hope my body will give me a break. No early morning shenanigans, pls. And, on that note (la), nighty-night, all.
Well, I had so much time to waste, what with waking up (again) at 5:44. Grotesque. Anyway, the results: it turns out the church copied my FB review of the 2016 Easter service to their site ... but I hadn't been aware of it. I know they've shared my FB posts to their page several times (but I always knew it because it would show up). OTOH, the info from 15 years ago may have disappeared (me on a Pride float and volunteering at Casa Loma). Well, it was still an interesting exercise.

As I was up way too early, I continued reading the second "Murdoch" book. Finished it and am now on the third. After I finish this one, I'm not going to bother reading any because these show a much different character with some unpleasant characteristics. And the less said about Brackenreid or the prevailing bias against Roman Catholics the better.

Stopped reading long enough to do two loads of laundry but still no major chores. Not with my foot pain. Sigh. At least I've laid out all my paraphernalia (medal, ruby earrings, red satin scarf) for tomorrow. Just sad I couldn't locate my Pride ring. Not that it would have fit, but still, I would have liked that option. As it's the middle of summer, there were no TV options, just the usual news and game show repeats. Note to self: it's the Stamp Act (not the Tea Tax) that caused the major kerfuffle south of the 49th.
Well, whatever I am, I'm also the featured writer in the online edition of the church's newsletter, will also be in this Sunday's printed order of service, and apparently also somewhere on the church's website. This was the sekrit project I was asked to create, to write around 200 (I nudged that number up) words about ANYTHING having to do with my involvement in the church. With about 36 hours' notice. Oh, sure, I said. NO problem.

Ha! As if. First, I had to try to figure out the angle, and how I could make it attractive for others to WANT to volunteer. After a few false starts (where I just deleted anything I'd typed), I finally figured it out ... and sent it in by Wednesday evening, about 12 hours early. Then I waited ... and worried ... whether what I wrote would be considered too outrageous. But I was safe, and even complimented by the communications director. Phew. The article was just released and I can tell there are some church people around with a wacky sense of humour, as they used my smirking retirement party picture from 2006.

Okay, blondie, breathe ::practises IN-OUT-IN-OUT:: and tell us about the rest of your day. Well, the best thing is that I got to sleep in until 7:22. I managed to finish reading the "Murdoch" book. I was surprised that he had sex in it - but then I was late to the show and didn't know what kinds of experiences he'd had before Julia (whom I'd expected to have taken the lead after they married). Right now, I'm about to start on the second book, as my iPad had run out of juice.

I was supposed to do chores (minimum of sorting and rearranging my cleaning supplies under the vanity). But, nooooooo, yowled the pain, especially in my feet. Thou shalt not clean today. And, speaking of yowling, I was so relieved when Grumpy deigned to come in when I called. It had been another cool day. Weird, weird summer. I also dozed off again and dreamt about Grumpy and dog-like behaviour in a "Murdoch" scenario. Okay, enough dreaming for me.

Beyond the usual news and games shows, I had MacGyver on in the background while doing nothing. And THAT was the sum and substance of my day. ::crosses fingers for less pain tomorrow::
I woke up at 5:44. And stayed up.

I've been shivering all day long. No, I'm fine; it's the outside temperature that's plummeted 30 degrees F (that includes humidity) since yesterday. So, now I'm wrapped up in my cozy capelet, as I absolutely refuse to put on my (winter) velour top.

I've gotten accustomed to daring to take a nap without setting the alarm, relying on my body to take only a couple of hours. It worked again today (but, then, my alarm was out of juice).

My contact at the church confirmed receipt of my sekrit project and complimented me. Awww, shucks.

I had to restart Liblikas. When I reopened browsers, Chrome was acting up. First, ALL the tabs had a white background; then, when they returned to normal yellow-on-black, Gmail insisted on being black-on-white (aka glaringly unreadable). So I restarted again and this time ALL the tabs were behaving. I sent Brian an e-mail advising him that there had been no disaster or panic on my part. Whew. I also e-mailed church-John to see if we could do brunch after the Anniversary Sunday service, considering he'll be driving me home anyway. He agreed. Yay.

Finally, I've sunk into my first "Murdoch" book that involves his father (and his "sister" sister dies). As I was late coming to the TV show, I don't know whether these are novelizations based on the show's scripts. So, I think I'm going to return to reading and hoping for a slightly warmer day tomorrow. Snuggly nighty-night, all.
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