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There's no better title for someone who woke up at ::shrieks:: 4:20 a.m., despite going to bed only at 12:45. So. Not. Fair. Even more so after my injury. Well, obviously, I had lots and lots of time in the morning to read and get ready. Decided to revert to my fave stained glass top, always a stunning visual, as I was scheduled to be on duty.
I was thrilled my ride wasn't due until 9:25. Woo-hoo. Now imagine me going outside early and sitting patiently (yes, I know it's a stretch) and joyfully (no, not kidding) because it wasn't hideously cold with extreme snow conditions. Hey, I'll take every reprieve. I was on a direct run (with a sweet driver who'd driven me often when I lived by the lake ... and he still remembered me!) so I arrived with enough time to indulge in a hot cross bun.
I was very bouncy to greet our guest cellist when he arrived. The music today was even better than usual, as he and the music director did some mighty fancy playing to make up for the absence of the organ. Church-John had brought gifties (I think he's regifting Christmas prezzies that he's not allowed to eat) for Ashley and me. She got deluxe mixed nuts and I got the Texas candied pralines. Oops, you'll have to excuse me as my mouth is all gooey and chewy ATM. I was also bouncing because I brought my new E.T. to church. He sat up on top of my bag (so that he'd be in Brent's direct line of sight). Hey, I so love me.
It should come as no surprise that church was its customary amazing self today as we honoured MLK in music and words. Also no surprise that I found my own healing by being on duty. It wasn't just the aching knees, but my right wrist was very painful (from having to use my cane as my only support yesterday). All pain diminished just from being there. I was so happy to learn that Uncle Ernie was there (in the care of his husband), since being released from the hospital. Unfortunately, I couldn't approach him after the service because I was in a hurry to get to my ride.
I only had one bad thing happen and that was misplacing my fave black scarf after the service. When I went back to the pew to look for it, it wasn't there. Also not at the lost and found. So I was sad to leave with the uncertainty of not seeing it again. Imagine my relief to get a text from c-J that he had my "noose". Good thing I won't need it until next weekend.
When I got in, I had to throw my black tablecloth in the washing machine. Why? Oh, I'd just spilled a full glass of OJ (with extra pulp) in the morning. Yes, more repercussions from 4:20. Then I got to work on my review where I interspersed personal medical details. After I posted, I could finally enjoy my lunch of leftovers ... and do another load of laundry.
Thoroughly exhausted I needed to lie down for a nap, holding on to super-soft E.T. Someone I managed to drop my alarm/cellphone, so it's where I can't see it (under the bed?). Well, I'll look for it tomorrow. Maybe E.T. will guarantee me a better sleep. No better time to find out....
I was thrilled my ride wasn't due until 9:25. Woo-hoo. Now imagine me going outside early and sitting patiently (yes, I know it's a stretch) and joyfully (no, not kidding) because it wasn't hideously cold with extreme snow conditions. Hey, I'll take every reprieve. I was on a direct run (with a sweet driver who'd driven me often when I lived by the lake ... and he still remembered me!) so I arrived with enough time to indulge in a hot cross bun.
I was very bouncy to greet our guest cellist when he arrived. The music today was even better than usual, as he and the music director did some mighty fancy playing to make up for the absence of the organ. Church-John had brought gifties (I think he's regifting Christmas prezzies that he's not allowed to eat) for Ashley and me. She got deluxe mixed nuts and I got the Texas candied pralines. Oops, you'll have to excuse me as my mouth is all gooey and chewy ATM. I was also bouncing because I brought my new E.T. to church. He sat up on top of my bag (so that he'd be in Brent's direct line of sight). Hey, I so love me.
It should come as no surprise that church was its customary amazing self today as we honoured MLK in music and words. Also no surprise that I found my own healing by being on duty. It wasn't just the aching knees, but my right wrist was very painful (from having to use my cane as my only support yesterday). All pain diminished just from being there. I was so happy to learn that Uncle Ernie was there (in the care of his husband), since being released from the hospital. Unfortunately, I couldn't approach him after the service because I was in a hurry to get to my ride.
I only had one bad thing happen and that was misplacing my fave black scarf after the service. When I went back to the pew to look for it, it wasn't there. Also not at the lost and found. So I was sad to leave with the uncertainty of not seeing it again. Imagine my relief to get a text from c-J that he had my "noose". Good thing I won't need it until next weekend.
When I got in, I had to throw my black tablecloth in the washing machine. Why? Oh, I'd just spilled a full glass of OJ (with extra pulp) in the morning. Yes, more repercussions from 4:20. Then I got to work on my review where I interspersed personal medical details. After I posted, I could finally enjoy my lunch of leftovers ... and do another load of laundry.
Thoroughly exhausted I needed to lie down for a nap, holding on to super-soft E.T. Someone I managed to drop my alarm/cellphone, so it's where I can't see it (under the bed?). Well, I'll look for it tomorrow. Maybe E.T. will guarantee me a better sleep. No better time to find out....
