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helenkacan) wrote2012-02-24 08:43 am
helenkacan) wrote2012-02-24 08:43 am
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Tired (Sick) Blonde Chronicles, Part Umpteen.
Thursday is usually a fabulous day. So why did MY Thursday have to be problematic? It's not as if it didn't start off well. I'd gone to bed at 2:30 (oops) and slept until 8-ish. Brekkie was something I was used to, namely chicken fingers. But, then, I was hit with gastric distress (I have no idea why; it's not as if I'd been overdosing on walnut-carrot muffins) for which the only solution was to crawl into bed. The even worse thing is that I couldn't nap for long because I had my Thursday schedule lurking in the back of my mind.
But I did settle for a rough nap until 2:15. I still had to polish my blog entry. Right – try writing funny words when not feeling well. ::groans:: I needed to eat something so managed to down two portions of lukewarm tomato-rice soup.
I struggled to get dressed and proofread the blog before Brian picked me up at 5:20. Even though I was still feeling quite wobbly inside, being with him perked me up. So did the food: an extra-spiced Thai soup (he'd added smoky paprika and pepper). He'd also made superb toasted Bavarian multigrain sandwiches with rotisserie chicken, jalapeno Havarti, onion relish, chipotle mustard, mayo(?) ... all of which created a swirl of complementary flavours in the mouth. Whoa. Brian also managed to rescue my batteries. Um ... it's no wonder they weren't charging in the unit. I'd inserted them ... upside down. Hey, I couldn't even read the instructions (teensy weensy useless print).
Then we got to work. Not only did we have to release the episode of our Ward's Island picnic from last May, he also wanted to do the podcast of our Afternoon Tea episode. OMG. He's so shriekingly bad (deliberately misreading words so I'll "edit" him). But, then, I should be used to it by now. We just barely got everything recorded before it was time for me to go.
My minivan driver was hilarious. He kept repeating my first and last name and saying they were the two most beautiful words. Uh ... okay. Anyway, I was thrilled to be home at 8:06 and ready to fall apart. How utterly predictable. ::sighs:: Though the gastric upset was temporary, it appears that tiredness was its successor. And I've learned that trying to stay up, even worse ... trying to type leads to much incoherence. As the babbling blonde prefers her babble to be cute, bed was the only logical decision.
But I did settle for a rough nap until 2:15. I still had to polish my blog entry. Right – try writing funny words when not feeling well. ::groans:: I needed to eat something so managed to down two portions of lukewarm tomato-rice soup.
I struggled to get dressed and proofread the blog before Brian picked me up at 5:20. Even though I was still feeling quite wobbly inside, being with him perked me up. So did the food: an extra-spiced Thai soup (he'd added smoky paprika and pepper). He'd also made superb toasted Bavarian multigrain sandwiches with rotisserie chicken, jalapeno Havarti, onion relish, chipotle mustard, mayo(?) ... all of which created a swirl of complementary flavours in the mouth. Whoa. Brian also managed to rescue my batteries. Um ... it's no wonder they weren't charging in the unit. I'd inserted them ... upside down. Hey, I couldn't even read the instructions (teensy weensy useless print).
Then we got to work. Not only did we have to release the episode of our Ward's Island picnic from last May, he also wanted to do the podcast of our Afternoon Tea episode. OMG. He's so shriekingly bad (deliberately misreading words so I'll "edit" him). But, then, I should be used to it by now. We just barely got everything recorded before it was time for me to go.
My minivan driver was hilarious. He kept repeating my first and last name and saying they were the two most beautiful words. Uh ... okay. Anyway, I was thrilled to be home at 8:06 and ready to fall apart. How utterly predictable. ::sighs:: Though the gastric upset was temporary, it appears that tiredness was its successor. And I've learned that trying to stay up, even worse ... trying to type leads to much incoherence. As the babbling blonde prefers her babble to be cute, bed was the only logical decision.