After a false start (no, I did not want to wake up before 7), I surprised myself by falling back to sleep rather easily. I guess the fact that there was no pain tearing through my fingers (and other parts of the body) helped. I was in the middle of a strange dream (aren't they all?) when I woke up at 10:44. Wow. That was just so fulfilling.

As for the dream, well, I'd arranged to meet my dentist (the one I had in my 20s and 30s) at the subway station when I lived in the hoity-toity part of the city. We entered the first car (where the driver was) and sat down on the closest parallel bench so that he could examine my ear! Yeah, I know it doesn't make any sense. We were heading southbound, which would loop around and return us to the major thoroughfare just half a mile from where we started. While he was examining me, I mentioned that I'd never been off the continent at which point the driver (who just happened to be an old friend from church who currently lives in Ottawa) stuck his head out from his booth to mock me and my limited voyages. And then I woke up. Well, at least it was entertaining.

Back in more conventional entertainment, I caught up on my TV from last night, watching the finale of MasterChef. No, I wasn't pleased with the result. Sigh. Tonight's epi of The Orville was sad. Considering the subject matter, I was also saddened to read some of the brutal and unsympathetic comments on the show's FB page. Sigh again. I think I'm going to go read for a little while to clear my mind (even though my sight is especially fuzzy tonight). Sigh times three.
It just didn't work out. So perhaps tomorrow or Thursday.

I had a mostly utilitarian day. Woke up a few minutes before the (horrible) alarm at 7:00. Booked my rides for next week. Hung out on the computer. Exchanged e-mails with my sis RS about a family reunion on Thanksgiving Saturday. Yay, she's in. By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was zonked. Did my customary dozing off during the news (also earlier, with the Nature music channel on). Managed to get through the game shows and snorfled at the Jeopardy! Final: "Crown Royal" or "Royal Crown". Sooooo easy. Did another rewatch of this week's The Orville just because it puts me in a good mood.

Read my weird book for a while and I think I'll be returning to it. And then I'm hoping to get in some more good sleep tonight. ::crosses fingers::
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( Sep. 18th, 2017 10:42 pm)
Of course I do. After all, it's the day after. And that's usually a letdown. What isn't usual is actually having a headache. Oh, sure, sinus aches; and, since 2008, eye socket aches. But not pain in between the eyebrows. So I spent most of the day in bed, first zoning out and napping in the morning, then dispiritedly reading my very strange book. Watched the usual TV in the evening. Didn't communicate with anyone. OTOH, SuM brought me the all-male Swan Lake from the library (wonderful!) and we're going to have a movie night on Wednesday with another biographical movie. I figured I'd watch the ballet tomorrow as I'm sure the music will make me feel better. ::crosses fingers::
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.
Yay for communicating with Brian. We have set the date for me to visit him in his Casa by the lake on Saturday, September 30. He will serve Tea (with, I'm sure, many fabulous delicacies). I can't wait.

Evidently, my body couldn't wait either, as I woke up a few minutes before 7. So, only 6 hours of sleep last night. Meh.

My primary activity today was continuing to read my Sawyer book. OMG, I can't believe the plot twists. So, as soon as I've posted, I'm scurrying back to bed to read.

It was a dead TV night (after the news and game shows); I recorded my primary TV channel's rundown of its fall shows. I guess I'll watch it tomorrow. Anyway, off to read and then, please, universe, sleep.
First of all, I. SLEPT. Woo with a side order of hoo. I'd gone to bed around 1:15 and slept until 10:15. It felt amazing. Then I got to be lazy all day long. Exchanged e-mails with church-John. I had to laugh, because the resto we visited yesterday commented on my FB post. So I commented back. Mentioned how much blind old moi appreciated the fact that they put their menus on their website. Also signed up for a book club at my vision loss group. Our first meeting will be at the end of October. On a weekday. Mid morning. All are eminently doable.

Continued reading my latest Sawyer book that is captivating ... about the existence of the last conscious thought that apparently houses the soul as it escapes the confines of the dying body.

Reverted back to old behaviours as I drifted off during the 6:00 p.m. news. Oops. Managed to watch most of WoF and all of Jeopardy! Then was confronted by the wasteland of no new premieres on TV. So I'm listening to songbirds. So very pretty and soothing.

I think I'm headed to bed, as I'm yawning (an excellent sign, believe me). I'll try to read for a while (though it's harder to absorb philosophical and biological principles when I'm sleepy). I can't believe tomorrow is already Friday. Just where did my week go?
... even if the sleep gods were being mean and stingy. Oh, sure, I got more sleep than the night before: all three hours and forty-seven minutes of it. Siiiiiiigh. So I read, foofed around on the computer, and rewatched The Orville until 8 (when the alarm was supposed to ring). After brekkie, I felt warm enough to jump in the shower and carried over my Euphoria indulgence by actually applying perfume to my wrists and behind my ears. Made me feel very special! Though it wasn't hot, it was mostly sunny, so I wore my oldest (holey) leggings with thin socks ('cuz I was hoping to try on boots), along with my mango-azalea slashed top. Church-John showed up at 12:30. First stop: just a few miles away to find me a fall coat. ::crosses fingers:: We couldn't find the store. Plazas in the suburbs are ridiculous. So frustrated, I handed c-J my phone so he could phone the store and get proper directions.

After we parked, c-J followed me into the store which I hadn't expected. The clerk found me the exact coat I wanted (it has wicked zippers and even a storm-thumb feature in the sleeve lining). Yay. I'll take it. I also added a couple pairs of leggings. Then I tried (to try on) knee-high boots. Yes, you may laugh now. I had to try to haul my right leg onto my left knee and slide the boot on. Fuggedaboudit. As Peppa Pig would say, "It's impossible!" There was just no way I could see myself doing it on my own. Sigh. So, we left the store, with me being mostly ecstatic.

When we got downtown, we finally visited the French resto our friend had recommended. We were seated in the front window, so we could see everything outside while still enjoying the oh-so-casual and nostalgic French music. I had an amazing meal, starting with Tuna Tartare on Avocado, French Onion Soup, two large glasses of French Rose. a Strawberry Crepe, and (total indulgence) a glass of Pernod Pastis (don't know if I spelled it correctly as c-J was reading the menu). OMG. What a blast. We both talked about how wonderful it is that we can enjoy ourselves with these outings, even though we can no longer cook or entertain the way we once did.

We had two more stops on the way home: to get me money from the bank machine and to pick up my red winter coat, fully-relined in dramatic black satin. Luscious.

When I got in, I collapsed (which should come as no surprise). All that wine and excitement! I managed to settle down to watch the news and my game shows. Then there were two hours of MasterChef. And, now, I'm trying to reverse the wee bit of nausea. Time for sparkling water, say I. And ::fervently crosses fingers:: hope for real catch-up sleep!
To bed at 1:00, awake at 3:25. ::groans:: Even though I tried to return to sleep several times during the night, nothing worked. So I read my new (weird) book, looked at clothes online, played solitaire on my phone, and finally just lay in bed keeping my hands warm. The alarm rang at 9; I ignored it. I finally got out of bed, had brekkie, but not enough time to defrost the freezer (in prep for a week's supply of new meals), so I just threw my hands up in the air. Screw it all.

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

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

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

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

At least I didn't miss the premieres (oh, how pretentious) of my game shows tonight. Anyway, I think I'm going to hunt up more library books before bed. And have a couple of cookies, too (my reward).
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.
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::
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.
Not exactly the intended result. But, despite all the sitting, I emerge pretty. The hair's a slightly lighter colour and the nails are a titch more discreet (medium pink with gold sparkles on toes; high gloss nude-beige on hands). The other frustrating thing beyond the pain is that I decided to value my manicure more than my need to go shopping for a soap dish and detergent dispenser (I also need a half-sized ice cube tray). I was also running out of time, so sought a sunny corner where to sit outside before making my way slowly to the pickup point. Naturally, the supermarket was torturing me with huge pots of luxuriant fresh herbs outside. Sigh.

When I got in, I vegged immediately. Was disappointed there didn't appear to have been an SNL Weekend Update last night. ::pouts:: And I dozed off during the 6:00 p.m. news. Was too tired to fight dehusking fresh corn cobs, so I think I'll leave that for tomorrow. I had Mortadella on Italian bread. Fast and easy.

Anyway, I think I have to hit the bed as my sight is especially pathetic tonight. My eyes are so tired. Nighty-night, all. Oh ... the pain? Well, the massage chair was extremely uncomfortable and nobody could duplicate the excellent routine from last time on the remote. Sigh.
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