Brrrrrrrrr. I'm frrrrrreezing. This weather is so not my friend. But I had to get out of bed anyway. My meals were being delivered. And then I did a quick wipedown of the frost in my freezer. Oh, what a difference from my ancient fridge. This took me five minutes (okay, ten minutes tops). Such a relief.

But not so with feeling cold. I huddled under the four layers in bed, then finally located my velour top (still in the pile of clean laundry). Okay, finally feeling slightly better. Had some weird e-mail exchanges with church-John. Some of our friends want to join us at the theatre 13 days away. Hey, let's make it theatre followed by dinner. Sounds good to moi, the revived social butterfly.

I was shaking my head at the end of Jeopardy! because the player who'd otherwise been so good gave the wrong answer and lost. What was the clue: he bought (stated number) of land in Florida in 1957 under a fake name. This guy's response: Who is Trump? OMG, pick me up off the floor. So, Trump bought lots of land in FL - when he was TEN YEARS OLD?????????? Naturally (as both c-J and I guessed immediately), the answer was Walt Disney who used an alias so the sellers wouldn't jack up the price of the land.

I finally began to warm up after having a bowl of instant Asian noodles together with the rest of my wine (so, a small glass and a half). Now I'm feeling quite cozy. Anyway, I'm headed off to bed and reading. Didn't touch "Rogue One" at all today. I guess I didn't want to expose anything (not even a hand) while I was so uncomfortable.
Well, when I wasn't watching yesterday's church service and writing about it. Wasn't too thrilled to wake up at 7:35 (yuck) after staying up late. But I made myself do the summary and posted it while sharing the FB Live post. So glad that's done.

Then I got serious about reading "Rogue One". I had no idea that is such a long, looooooooong book. Mind you, I didn't know as I was reading on the iPad which doesn't show page numbers (unless they're in invisible print, not lol). But, as the iPad is just finishing recharging, I've switched to the desktop which DOES show numbers. Yikes! I guess I can see why, considering nearly everybody's thought processes are detailed. I wish I'd read this shortly after seeing the movie; I might not be as confused now.

And, speaking of reading, Happy Potter!Versary. I can't believe it's been 20 years, even though I didn't get into the books until at least 2002. Yes, I was slow to catch on but quick to catch up.

I loathed the weather today. In the middle of the day, we started getting rumbles of thunder and it got dark. And I got incredibly cold, so huddled under four layers of bedding - which still wasn't enough. It was horrible. And then I had to get out of bed to see where the cats were. Even though the deck was wet and it was chilly out, Mr. Grumpy refused to show up. Sigh. And only one cat was interested in food. Sigh again. But, hey, I took care of them the best I could. Then back to bed with me.

Apart from my usual TV routine, the best part of the evening was having two glasses of wine, one with hot soup, the second hours later with paté on a warm bagel. Only then did I finally feel warm. Anyway, I have to force myself to go to sleep early tonight as I'm being picked up at 8:35 ugh o'clock tomorrow. And I haven't finished my word game yet. Oops! And eeeeeek!!!
How cold was I? Cold enough to pull on my black velour top, raid the freezer for an M&M French onion soup, and gobble the soup along with hunks of a warm bagel. Okay, now I feel a little better. As has been happening lately, I woke up after 9 (with only one small bump after 7). Took it easy today as obviously my system was having problems adjusting from yesterday's see-saw weather conditions.

Instead of hitting "Rogue One", I decided to go with "Angel of the Opera", the Holmes book. What a surprise to see that the author has done a mashup, pairing it with the "Phantom of the Opera". Along with Christine, etc. I have NO idea where this is going to end up, but I'm learning about the amazing things that could be done with gas lamps, even though dangerous and uncomfortable, also the meaning/origins of "limelight".

Managed to squeeze in last night's MasterChef. Ha! I always wonder whether the people being honoured via two teams competing ever come down with food poisoning. Otherwise, I watched my usual evening fare, aka the news and game shows. And, then, the soothing background sounds of cartoons. Oh, wait. The delightful "Magic Flute" music was on Peg + Cat. Now I must catch up with what my friends have been posting. TTFN.
Let's add some simple sleep to those goals. Mind you, I was very irritated to wake up at 6:50 with BOTH hands in neuropathic agony. So where was my glove (the other one is lost somewhere between the bed and the ledge)? I guess it went to join its mate. I tried to snatch some more sleep while hiding my hands under the flannel sheet and comforter. Yes, I'm still sleeping under my winter covers. It might be getting humid during the day, but my hands suffer at night.

Finally got out of bed, hands feeling a bit better, at 10:45. Spent most of the day reading the Gaiman, also rested during the afternoon (while SuM was outside painting the back deck which will be open for business from tomorrow on). I'll have to see whether I can use the iPad successfully outdoors (though I worry about the heat from direct sunlight).

After 5, I finally roused myself and scrubbed the shower floor. Glad that's done. Watched the end of The Social (I guess it's like the Canadian version of The View) where they were featuring "Come From Away". Reminder to self: please record the Tony Awards tomorrow evening! And keep your fingers crossed. Then I just watched the usual news and two game shows. Finally, buckled down and actually finished the Gaiman. What a [insert appropriate swear word] relief! It was like "Alice in Wonderland" on magic mushrooms (not that I'd know what they're like). Remind me to not read any more Gaiman unless it comes supremely recommended. And is much less vividly violent. ::shudders::

Anyway, the day is nearly done. We're expecting a very humid day tomorrow. So I may be suffering. Sigh. Knock me out now, please.
The universe granted my request for some decent sleep, but still threw in a wrinkle. How? By waking me up at 5:57. ::groans:: Luckily, I withstood any ridiculous notion of getting out of bed, rolled over onto my back, and managed to fall asleep again. Didn't wake up until 11:27. Now, that is much better. I think the universe was aided by rain, something that might merely be a soporific aid for me, but had more unwelcome results for the city. More overflowing banks, water creeping up, flowing over sidewalks and streets, flooding homes. I think there are many people who may be having second-third-fourth thoughts of the presumed advantages of having a lakefront home.

The first thing I did upon waking was to wash out a whole bunch of soup containers to go into recycling later. Unfortunately, I was standing for so long that my right foot went to sleep and my foreleg seized up. So I had to stumble back to bed just to try to shake off the agony. I am so not a happy camper. Anyway, I finally called and booked both my hair services and a pedicure (dropping the manicure for the moment), both for next Friday. It'll mean a really long day at the mall, but I'd rather have one trip only.

Tried my best to stay awake in the evening, though I dozed through the sports section. Later, I watched the penultimate epi of MasterChef Canada. Aww, my fave didn't get into the finale. Sigh. Other than that, I've begun a new book, "The Life of Pi". Seems quirky but I think I'll like it. Anyway, fading quickly, so I'm off to bed again.
Yes, I've dipped into the Sauvignon Blanc. Already had a glass together with a bowl of cream of chicken soup into which I dumped some crumbled bacon. That got my leg (and possibly my head) floating. I'm now following it up with a second glass, a quartered pear and a small wedge of Cambozola. Even though the wedge is quite small, I know I won't finish it tonight. So I suppose I should save the rest of the wine, too.

Despite being semi-conscious around the time SuM was getting ready for work, I fell back asleep and didn't wake up until 9:30-ish. That's a very good thing, as I stayed up reading until - eeeeek - past 3:00. And it's just an ordinary murder mystery ... but I guess I was just enjoying the fact that I could stay up as late as I wished.

I finally got my act together and did a load of laundry; then I let two cats in - at which point Diva thought it would be a wonderful idea to run out onto the back deck before proceeding down the stairs to play with either bugs or grass. She's the least adventurous of the cats, but today she obviously wanted to be stubborn. And there I was, wearing my beat-up slippers, hoping I wouldn't have to venture out into the grass. Luckily, I managed to pick her up and carry her indoors, at which point she decided to run upstairs and hide. Cats. Go figure.

When SuM came home from work, she was absolutely zonked. So I asked her if she had any plans for Monday after work and invited her for dinner, saying we could have the nummy chicken wings sitting in the freezer for months. She asked if I liked raspberries, and suggested putting them on top of vanilla ice cream, along with a liqueur. Sounds good. So we're both going to pretend we celebrated the holiday. [Delusions are my friends!]

Continued reading the murder mystery during the day and think I'll return to it shortly. I dozed off (and on) during the 6:00 news, so missed the footage of the Canadian team winning the world hockey gold. Yaaaaay! Managed to stay awake for my game shows, then switched the TV to the nature + music channel. It seems to offer the appropriate ambiance for the wine. I'm also using the excuse that the wine is warming up my throat as I'm getting rid of any lingering after-effects from my stupid cold. Okay, time for more yummy goodness in my mouth. TTFN.
... first I had to wake up at 9:30 to do a few minor household chores before SuM came and vacuumed. Okay, back to bed with me. While she went and took Grumpy to the vet's (leaving Diva to keep me company), then returned, I managed to squeeze in a couple hours of mostly pain-free sleep. Almost cough-free, too. So not lol.

Couldn't even access FB properly, so instead I finished reading the third ballet book. Oh, those kids. The only good thing about this particular "academy" is that the girls were all so obsessed about dancing that being boy-crazy was so not a thing.

Only watched minimal TV tonight, aka the news and my game shows. Then I recorded the MasterChef Jr. finale, as I just couldn't see myself watching for two hours. Instead, I just borrowed three more books. I'd searched for ballet murder mystery books but they didn't have the titles I found. I still remember finding - in print - eons ago murder mysteries at the opera/theatre/etc., so there was a variety of settings. Instead, I chose two - DON'T LAUGH - Jessica Fletcher (yes, Murder She Wrote) books and one I didn't know was a Nero Wolfe one. I'd chosen it because it had a musical title. Anyway, I'm tucking myself into bed, having d/l'd all the books onto the iPad. Relieved I don't have to wake up early tomorrow. TTFN.
Nah, just a silly summary of my day. But-but-but, this morning I slept until 9:37. Truly, I'm amazed, even though I had to turn the lights on and crawl out of bed because I'd forgotten to take a swig of my cough syrup (which I desperately needed).

Today was ridiculously scorching hot. When I let Grumpy in after 3:00, the poor boy was so dehydrated. I get you, buddy. We're going to have another hot day tomorrow and then cold and rain for the long weekend. ::rolls eyes:: Typical Canadian tradition.

I was so aggravated during the day because I wanted to play a whole bunch of video clips on FB but I couldn't get the sound to work. Now, I know that I routinely lower the volume to nearly zero, especially before bed because the last thing I want to hear is the PINGGGG of FB Likes, etc. when I'm sleeping. So, I was so relieved when I restarted Firefox and pressed play on a "Come From Away" video. Yay. I can haz sound already.

So, what else was dork-tastic? Well, I really surprised myself during tonight's Jeopardy! getting all sorts of clues, especially Tudor history. Seriously, who knew! I was also having cravings for amazing seafood, so texted church-John whether we can go to the popular place near me next week. He is of a like mind, so now I can dream of those calamari. I'd even do a double order so I could bring the rest home.

Anyway, I hear there may have been some political announcement on the U.S. stations at 7:00 p.m. but I haven't seen anything on my computer yet because I was busy reading. Finished the first ballet book and have moved onto the second. Imagine a regular high school; now add the bitchiness, rivalry, and bulimia (to mention only a few aspects) of ballet academy. Set in Vancouver. Anyway, I'm returning to my relaxing reading. TTFN.
First, the fabulous aspect: I've got sleeping down fabulously. Got in a solid 7+ hours, waking up naturally at 9:17 ahead of the 9:30 alarm. Still without any hot lemon drink.

Spent the morning reading both the first ballet book (on the PC) and the cat tales (on the iPad). Happy to relax after my meals were delivered. Though my breathing is clearer, I still have coughing fits. Sigh. Keep drinking more fluids.

Had a full evening of watching TV, and managed to watch all my shows (the two N.C.I.S. shows and Bull), though I'm still confused by the first N.C.I.S. This is where being mostly blind doesn't help. Sigh.

Anyway, time to take my evening pills, have a dark ginger ale for a change and get back to my ballet book, as I finished the cat tales. I'm also having withdrawal symptoms for seafood, so am going to see if church-John wants to head out in my direction so I can satisfy my cravings for flash-fried melt-in-your-mouth calamari. ::moans in remembered pleasure::
I vote for Weirdday. Well, actually, my body did first. Even though I decided I didn't need a hot lemon drink last night, I still slept all the way to 9:15. Wow! Mind you, my body thought it appropriate to play tricks on me first thing: to compensate for my pain-free leg last night, BOTH legs hurt this morning. ::growls in frustration::

I ended up having little to eat during the day, then trying to hurry up to finish "The Martian" while lying in bed. Unfortunately, the iPad needed recharging; apparently, my body decided I needed it, too, so I ended up having a quickie (two hour) nap. After watching the usual news/game show lineup, I finally had something else to eat (carrot cake) to go with all the Perrier I'd guzzled earlier. Unfortunately, while I'd been electronically disconnected, my book loan had expired. Sigh. I was SO close to the end. So, I tried to borrow it again, but could only get on the Hold list. But, in the space of just seconds, the Hold magically transformed itself into a Loan. Yay! While I was in the system, I also borrowed some cat stories by an author I used to devour decades ago. And I got three ballet books (I believe intended for teens). Then I grabbed my recharged iPad and - always a hit-and-miss procedure - d/ld the books.

Back in bed, I finally finished reading "The Martian" for a second time and started in on the cat stories. But now Im hungry, so think I'm going to make myself a ham sandwich. Perhaps even with romaine and dijon mustard. Happy eating and reading to me!
Er ... what? Well, that's the way I'm interpreting my day. First of all, it was almost warm enough and sunny, so I just wore a turtleneck sweater under my jumper, with my tropical sarong-scarf adorning my capelet.

Though I was still having bouts of violent coughing, church-John soothed my throat by presenting me with a mocha (with lots of whipped cream). I'm testing the theory that caffeine suppresses the coughing reflex. Hey, it's scientific (lol). Church was extremely soothing, especially the exquisite music. And much of the service, even though it was devoted to Mother's Day (and the less said about that on a personal level by me, the better).

After I got home, it took me much longer to write my review (because of the MD aspects), but I was very pleased with the outcome. And it's lovely to get comments from people I haven't seen in years. After I was done, I was an exhausted wreck. Finally had some real food (no, Tim Horton's hash browns, also a prezzie from c-J, don't count). Then I watched last night's Saturday Night Live. I found a lot of it screamingly funny, but was aggravated by the slurring of syllables and lowering volume especially when Baldwin was playing DJT. So not fair! I was missing the punchlines.

Right now, I think I'm going to be reaching for a ginger beer. I think I'll forego my hot lemon drink (woo-hoo, that's so daring). I'm also slightly confused, because my right leg has not hurt all day long. Uh ... leg? I thought your fractures had sprung their own mini-fractures. ::shakes head:: I have no idea what message my body is sending me. But erasure of pain is FABULOUS!!! Anyway, I think it's time to lie down and tackle "The Martian" for a while.

I hope your Sunday fulfilled you in many flavours, too.
Well, at least I managed to do two things today, even though I hated it when I woke up around 6:00. Ugh. Managed to get back to sleep (especially when I couldn't even read my cellphone as it needed juice) and woke up at a much more civilized 10:45.

SuM asked whether I could take care of the cats for the rest of the day and overnight and if it was okay to leave Grumpy out on the back deck. I decided to go have a little chat with the old man. While I was out there trying to elicit his compliance to come in for supper (yes, I'm such a hoot), I was relishing the hot sun beating down upon me to dispel the chill of the breeze. When I went back in the kitchen, I bumped into SuM unexpectedly, giving us both a start. I thought she'd already left and she didn't know I'd gone outside. Hee. So, plans changed and she wasn't leaving, meaning I wouldn't have to worry about wandering cats.

I decided to jump right into the laundry, then checked the forecast. Wow. It was only 45, and all I was wearing outside was my black satin nightie and my sparkly long cape. However, I know I'm getting better despite some still grotesque hacking coughs. At least when I'm lying down, my lungs no longer whistle. Yup, I'm unique.

After my laundry was done, I could relax. And the other two cats decided to ... visit me. They stuck around for hours until I finally decided to send them home to their mum. In terms of real entertainment, I watched last night's Shark Tank, as well as the usual news and game shows. Now I'm rushing through my second read-through of "The Martian". I should be able to finish it with some dedicated time tomorrow and Monday. Anyway, I'm feeling much more optimistic about going to church tomorrow - and not interrupting the service because of my cold symptoms. Hope I continue to improve during the night. ::crosses fingers::
So not the night and day I wanted. To bed at 1 (a.m.), up at 4. Stayed up reading for a while, then back to bed at 6:30, awake at 10:30. This continued throughout the day until after 4 when I finally roused myself out of bed, having woken up in the middle of a winery dream (haven't visited the winery for 20 years, so now I'm wondering whether they make a raspberry cider).

Running out of my sick-bed staples of ginger beer and hot lemon drink. Can I cross all my fingers and toes and hope the cold fizzles before my supplies do?

I'm massively pouting at the TV listings. Still no new MacGyver makes for a very dull evening after the news and game shows. Naturally, I've been reading, both "The Martian" and other stuff, also trying to put myself into the mood to write something new of my own. Do I want to stick to my current fandoms or escape into the past? Decisions, decisions.

More decisions ahead for me as I'm researching other Afternoon Tea places I can visit with Brian. Because - with the lousy weather and shore-breaching lake conditions, I can't see the two of us going to the island for some time. We need a diversion. Yup, I'm on it!
So, which one, blondie? Your cold? Nah, it's still lingering, but I'm improving. I know that copious amounts of ginger beer, yogurt, and hot lemon drink have helped significantly.

Is it regulating your sleep schedule? Hah, I wish. I woke up at 7:30, coughed, went back to sleep. Woke up at 8:30, lather-rinse-repeat. Woke up at 9:30, decided my body needed to be upright to get all the couching out. Sigh.

So, what was this accomplishment? I finally, FINALLY got through "In the Skin of a Lion". I'll write more about it in my monthly book report, but I can honestly say I never want to read another Ondaatje in my life. Mind you, I can't wait to try to see the water filtration "palace", but the downright oddness of the characters left me feeling ... meh. So, I'm thrilled I can now return to my second read-through of "The Martian", as I'll have to return it to the library in a couple of days. It'll be a breeeeeze.

It was a relief to have non-confrontational TV shows to watch in the evening. The season finale of Big Bang Theory was hilarious and then I zipped through the two MasterChef shows. Already making plans for major rewatch sessions through the summer months of my fave shows and movies. Because, right now, I'm not feeling too optimistic about summer showing up. It's just so depressing, even if they're forecasting an absolutely scorching (as if) 70 degrees by the end of next week. My lungs and joints so do not need cold and damp. ::mutters and gets ready for bed::
I know we have an ... agreement that I get the night and "IT" gets the day. But, holy hell, the coughing spasms are so violent that I feel my body being torn apart, especially when I'm lying down. I so do not need another hernia, TYVM. Or the searing pain.

OTOH, I did sleep until 7:27 and, after a few minutes, fell asleep again, not waking up until 11:45. That was excellent! I didn't even mind losing precious hours in my day. Not that it consisted of much: watching last night's N.C.I.S. Nola (a WTF hour of corruption and unredeemable evil). Then I continued reading the Ondaatje. I've reached the part where I'm really engrossed in our city's history. We've already had the building of the viaduct. Now, a decade later, our protagonist has been busy digging a tunnel 30 feet below Lake Ontario to house a pipe that will supply a palatial (must look it up for realz) water filtration plant. A nearby city boundary street used to be a forest. Really neat details. The imagery is still vivid and often violent. I'm wondering whether that is a feature(?) of all of Ondaatje's writing.

In the evening, I rewatched last night's Bull. Even though I basically loathe the adversarial system, I'm fascinated by courtroom proceedings. And I missed a few words here and there last night that did make a difference in my perception.

So, my day is done, but I think I'll mention a feature on tonight's news about a TO ballerina returning four months after giving birth to her second child to take on the role of the swan queen (Swan Lake, natch). She mentioned how she'd ::shudders:: ripped her abs during the first pregnancy, so had to work to avoid that happening again. Wow! If that can happen to a ballerina....
How so? Well, I keep track of people who react to my reviews of church services on FB, 'cuz it's nice to know who's reading and liking (Brent once in a while, other ministers, the church's proxy FB page, etc.). But today I was stunned to get a "Like" from the composer of many of the choral anthems being performed. That. Is. Like. So. Cool. So, naturally, I went and "Liked" his Musician/Composer page. ::giggles with glee::

Something else interesting is that, even though my body is behaving hideously during the day (you don't want to know just how many tissues I'm going through, but it's a good thing I had a 6-pack in storage). Beyond the stuffed-up everything, I'm also coughing. Blargh. But - a very important BUT - I reign during the night. I've managed to lull myself into a state of quiet quickly and get some good rest. Last night and this afternoon helped me, even if I'm still mostly miserable.

However, I wasn't too miserable when I managed to locate a cold Grumpy out on the back deck, especially as the sun had disappeared hours ago. Poor buddy. Anyway, SuM appreciated knowing he was okay. When she got home, she asked how I am and whether she can get me any supplies. But I'm okay for the moment, so hope I won't have to take her up on her offer.

I managed to keep drinking-drinking-drinking all evening long as I watched tonight's N.C.I.S. (both sad and goofy/silly) and Bull (which I thought was terrific). And, in between sleeping and TV, I kept reading the Ondaatje. Still fascinating. Anyway, time for more drinking and cough-syruping. And then precious sleeeeeeeeeep.
Apparently, this is a new thing with me. Last night, after drinking my hot lemon and sucking on a throat lozenge, I finally cracked open a sealed bottle of Benylin cough syrup. And then went to bed around 1. With the exception of one brief wakeup, I managed to sleep all the way to 9. I certainly wasn't feeling any better, so the only thing that makes sense is the power of auto-suggestion. ::crosses fingers for a repeat performance::

After brekkie, I did doze off for a while. Had cold things during the day (Perrier, ice cream) and then soothed my throat in the evening with cream of potato & chive soup that I doctored with heaps of crumbled bacon.

Continued reading my Ondaatje. It's as vivid as the previous book but I'm enjoying it much more, possibly because it recalls all sorts of historic events in the province, including the building of the magnificent viaduct across the river on the east. Unfortunately, in order to create a barrier against people wanting to kill themselves on the upper portion (there's a subway running along the lower level), there was a competition and the winning design is absolute garbage, with steel strands supported by rows of (take your pick) telephone poles or crucifixes, with A FEW of the strands adorned by metallic "teardrops". A travesty, if you ask me.

Apart from reading, I only watched the news and my game shows. Well, I think I'm fading quickly. Time for my medicinal routine and bed.
Special enough that she can get sick between posting last night and going to bed. Sigh. I came down with a nasty cold. A Jamaican ginger beer and a medicated hot lemon drink helped, as well as one throat lozenge. Then, before falling asleep, I sorta kinda put myself into a healing trance and - thank you, Universe - fell asleep quickly.

However, I knew all was not well this morning. I had to decline my scheduled volunteering at church because the last thing I needed to do was sneeze all over the elements while serving others. Not only was it horridly cold outside, it was hideously cold inside as there was no heat. Normally, there wouldn't be any in May, but this is not a regular May. Sigh.

One of the benefits of not being on duty is that church-John, our friend Cory, and I were directed to Brent for Anointing for Healing. Come on, healing, please kick in! Couldn't wait to get home so I could get warm. Did my much-abbreviated review of the service, then had lunch and crawled into bed. Ended up watching last night's Saturday Night Live that was a first-run. OMG. Lots of outrageous skits. The host was Chris (not the Chrises you're thinking of but James T. Kirk) Pine. Meh. After that it was the 6:00 p.m. news (boo, Raptors folded in 4 to Cleveland). Then I dozed off.

When I woke up, I had cappuccino yogurt (easy to swallow) for dinner and another ginger beer. In a little while, I'll have another hot lemon. And pray for sleep. I may try to zone out with some more reading. At least I was enchanted by a repeat of the Peg + Cat Magic Flute epi. Because I actually watched instead of merely listening, I saw it was the Magic Lute. After that, I heard singing to Beethoven's Für Elise, as well as his Appassionata Piano Sonata! This cartoon is amazing.
Yes, that's how cold I am right now. I just crawled out of bed where I'd been lying on my back, trying to warm my hands up by laying them against my ribs, letting the trapped air warm them from beneath the doubled-flannel layers as well as the comforter and fleece. That worked for a few minutes until the hands LEECHED the heat from my torso. WTF, body!?!

So, right now, I'm applying a few tidbits of chocolate to the problem. Had to remember where I kept the chocolate. Wasn't amused to find it in the "winter scene" cookie tin. Sigh. And I won't be able to read any more of "The Martian" with gloves on. BTW, the book's beginning is promising, though I've already noted how the screenwriter improved on one of the revelations, delaying it for greater impact. Yes, I'm impressed.

After adjusting my body position in the middle of the night to lying on my back, I still woke up with a clogged right ear and sinuses. Blargh. However, I also had faint memories of two reboot Trek hugs: Spock prime with the younger one; and Kirk and Spock. The funny thing about the latter was that there was nothing slashy about it, but just a lot of emotional intimacy and comfort.

Had a lazy day that included an unscheduled nap in the afternoon. The 6:00 p.m. news was overwhelmed with fires in the hydro vaults underneath a major intersection (King & Yonge) of our business district. It had begun shortly after 5. People were evacuated safely from one highrise office building and the worst part seemed to be the acrid smoke outside and complete disruption of vehicular and transit traffic. I seem to be a million miles away from where I worked for half my life.

After that, I watched my usual game shows. The current champ on Jeopardy! is delightful. He just barely won tonight's game - his 6th. I didn't get Final Jeopardy! because I know so little about the Supreme Court. While I'd been watching TV, I also worked on my grocery order. Finally submitted it. Will be experimenting with a few new items including blueberry mint iced tea, even though I was only looking for blueberry iced tea. Meh.
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( Apr. 23rd, 2017 11:40 pm)
It's been a very long day, with highs and lows (also weirdness during the night). I'd plugged in my old cellphone/alarm clock in the bathroom to get an extra charge last night. I still went to bed and thought I'd just rest with the kids' channel on. Ha! As if. I dozed off. When I woke up, I turned off the TV as well as the lights. Blondie! Wake up. You forgot something. I did wake up in the middle of the night and remembered. Oops. Retrieved the cellphone, but couldn't find my gloves. Still I managed to fall asleep instantly, waking up at 5:45 as required.

It was a little cool but very sunny, so I took a chance on my outfit. Took a chance on how I was feeling as my tum was under the weather, but it settled down once I was picked up. Brent gave a very powerful yet disturbing sermon about intolerance and superficial image requirements in order to be accepted; the fact that the majority of LGBTQ people meet online rather than face-to-face; and that such reliance on tech to meet someone means that 99% of people will face rejection day after day via impersonal apps. He asked that we rise to embody the second word in our formal name. Yeah ... community. I couldn't believe that the service went about 40 minutes(!) over. Luckily, I had a late ride home at 12:50, so I wasn't concerned.

I've asked church-John to get me a pretend pillow-top mattress pad. My old bones just can't take the bed I'm sleeping in. I'm also pondering chairs. Brian gave me a link last night to what he considers an exceptional office chair. Considering the price, I'm not surprised. C-J OTOH was telling me about the current sale at Staples. Gee, only 50% of the cost of the luxury model. ::shakes head sadly:: Whoa, Nellie. Before I look at any chairs, I should try the simple thing ... such as asking the manufacturer to replace the broken caster. Like ... duh.

Spoke with the jeweller about how the assembly of my new piece is coming along and my hope to have it before the beginning of June. Coincidentally, today I wore a brooch M had given me, after allowing it to be purified through the filter of time. I completed the look with my chandelier citrine earrings.

When I got home, naturally I was engrossed in writing my review. I was also hungry, anxious to have my Greek dinner with SuM. Finally the day crept by and we tried valiantly to eat all of the food. No luck. We have leftovers. Yay. I'd also contributed a bottle of rosé (half a bottle remaining). What else? Well, it was the crucial Game 6 between the Caps and Leafs. The only station playing it had commentary in ... Italian! I said goodnigiht at the end of the second period. In any case, the game went into OT and the Leafs bowed out. To get as far as they did, and to go through so many OT games was very demanding physically and mentally. Bravo, boys.

Anyway, I'm fading quickly. Time to take my pills and then zonk out. I want NO repeat of last night's hijinks!
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