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No, really, this is absurd. To go from despair to feeling connected and loved and respected is hard to handle.
Anyway, I woke up before 7 to book my rides for tomorrow. Mind you, this was after only about three hours of sleep and without the aid of my hot lemon. Ugh. Anyway, I had one of my fave agents on the phone, so that made it very pleasant.
I picked up yesterday's mail before 8 a.m. and took out my recycling. And back inside to veg the day away. My church friend sent me an e-mail; she too had been affected by Paul's service online. So I sent her some comforting thoughts.
Washed my hair in the afternoon (because I can't tomorrow) and even let it dry naturally. Took my time getting dressed (half sleepwear, half outerwear). Brian was late leaving work which turned out to be a good thing because I received a call from my fave birthday boy who said he would like to visit me on Monday. Um, I guess that means I have to dust the living room and decorate. At least this gives me the desire to make the place festive. When I asked him to guess who has glaucoma, he guessed M. Ha-ha, good one. As I am already almost fully provisioned, it's his job to bring a nice pate and the bubbly.
When Brian arrived, the soup was piping hot on the table. And then we were off to the liquor store. Even though the selection was small and many of the Christmas specials were gone, I had a really knowledgeable and helpful clerk giving me advice and handing me various bottles, including a small cask rye. I also splurged on several different concoctions including Galliano, Banana Liqueur (which he said if you mix with Sprite tastes like an alcoholic creamsicle; yum). I also picked up prezzies for the building managers and the super. As Brian has been having trouble getting me the special lit-up keyboard for Christmas, I suggested he give me the other choice, dinner at Rodney's Oyster House. We can do it in January when everything is dull, dull, dull.
After a whirlwind trip through the store, Brian drove me home and made sure that I and my dozen bottles were inside safely. We bumped into John when we were coming in. And, then, I put the bottles away and found a tiny half full bottle of icewine and brandy. Perhaps I'll have that when I get home from the hospital. My reward.
I think I'd better get ready for bed, because 5 a.m. will come whether I want it or not.
Slightly more level-headed hugs (for the moment),
Helenka
Anyway, I woke up before 7 to book my rides for tomorrow. Mind you, this was after only about three hours of sleep and without the aid of my hot lemon. Ugh. Anyway, I had one of my fave agents on the phone, so that made it very pleasant.
I picked up yesterday's mail before 8 a.m. and took out my recycling. And back inside to veg the day away. My church friend sent me an e-mail; she too had been affected by Paul's service online. So I sent her some comforting thoughts.
Washed my hair in the afternoon (because I can't tomorrow) and even let it dry naturally. Took my time getting dressed (half sleepwear, half outerwear). Brian was late leaving work which turned out to be a good thing because I received a call from my fave birthday boy who said he would like to visit me on Monday. Um, I guess that means I have to dust the living room and decorate. At least this gives me the desire to make the place festive. When I asked him to guess who has glaucoma, he guessed M. Ha-ha, good one. As I am already almost fully provisioned, it's his job to bring a nice pate and the bubbly.
When Brian arrived, the soup was piping hot on the table. And then we were off to the liquor store. Even though the selection was small and many of the Christmas specials were gone, I had a really knowledgeable and helpful clerk giving me advice and handing me various bottles, including a small cask rye. I also splurged on several different concoctions including Galliano, Banana Liqueur (which he said if you mix with Sprite tastes like an alcoholic creamsicle; yum). I also picked up prezzies for the building managers and the super. As Brian has been having trouble getting me the special lit-up keyboard for Christmas, I suggested he give me the other choice, dinner at Rodney's Oyster House. We can do it in January when everything is dull, dull, dull.
After a whirlwind trip through the store, Brian drove me home and made sure that I and my dozen bottles were inside safely. We bumped into John when we were coming in. And, then, I put the bottles away and found a tiny half full bottle of icewine and brandy. Perhaps I'll have that when I get home from the hospital. My reward.
I think I'd better get ready for bed, because 5 a.m. will come whether I want it or not.
Slightly more level-headed hugs (for the moment),
Helenka
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No, really, this is absurd. To go from despair to feeling connected and loved and respected is hard to handle.
Anyway, I woke up before 7 to book my rides for tomorrow. Mind you, this was after only about three hours of sleep and without the aid of my hot lemon. Ugh. Anyway, I had one of my fave agents on the phone, so that made it very pleasant.
I picked up yesterday's mail before 8 a.m. and took out my recycling. And back inside to veg the day away. My church friend sent me an e-mail; she too had been affected by Paul's service online. So I sent her some comforting thoughts.
Washed my hair in the afternoon (because I can't tomorrow) and even let it dry naturally. Took my time getting dressed (half sleepwear, half outerwear). Brian was late leaving work which turned out to be a good thing because I received a call from my fave birthday boy who said he would like to visit me on Monday. Um, I guess that means I have to dust the living room and decorate. At least this gives me the desire to make the place festive. When I asked him to guess who has glaucoma, he guessed M. Ha-ha, good one. As I am already almost fully provisioned, it's his job to bring a nice pate and the bubbly.
When Brian arrived, the soup was piping hot on the table. And then we were off to the liquor store. Even though the selection was small and many of the Christmas specials were gone, I had a really knowledgeable and helpful clerk giving me advice and handing me various bottles, including a small cask rye. I also splurged on several different concoctions including Galliano, Banana Liqueur (which he said if you mix with Sprite tastes like an alcoholic creamsicle; yum). I also picked up prezzies for the building managers and the super. As Brian has been having trouble getting me the special lit-up keyboard for Christmas, I suggested he give me the other choice, dinner at Rodney's Oyster House. We can do it in January when everything is dull, dull, dull.
After a whirlwind trip through the store, Brian drove me home and made sure that I and my dozen bottles were inside safely. We bumped into John when we were coming in. And, then, I put the bottles away and found a tiny half full bottle of icewine and brandy. Perhaps I'll have that when I get home from the hospital. My reward.
I think I'd better get ready for bed, because 5 a.m. will come whether I want it or not.
Slightly more level-headed hugs (for the moment),
Helenka
Anyway, I woke up before 7 to book my rides for tomorrow. Mind you, this was after only about three hours of sleep and without the aid of my hot lemon. Ugh. Anyway, I had one of my fave agents on the phone, so that made it very pleasant.
I picked up yesterday's mail before 8 a.m. and took out my recycling. And back inside to veg the day away. My church friend sent me an e-mail; she too had been affected by Paul's service online. So I sent her some comforting thoughts.
Washed my hair in the afternoon (because I can't tomorrow) and even let it dry naturally. Took my time getting dressed (half sleepwear, half outerwear). Brian was late leaving work which turned out to be a good thing because I received a call from my fave birthday boy who said he would like to visit me on Monday. Um, I guess that means I have to dust the living room and decorate. At least this gives me the desire to make the place festive. When I asked him to guess who has glaucoma, he guessed M. Ha-ha, good one. As I am already almost fully provisioned, it's his job to bring a nice pate and the bubbly.
When Brian arrived, the soup was piping hot on the table. And then we were off to the liquor store. Even though the selection was small and many of the Christmas specials were gone, I had a really knowledgeable and helpful clerk giving me advice and handing me various bottles, including a small cask rye. I also splurged on several different concoctions including Galliano, Banana Liqueur (which he said if you mix with Sprite tastes like an alcoholic creamsicle; yum). I also picked up prezzies for the building managers and the super. As Brian has been having trouble getting me the special lit-up keyboard for Christmas, I suggested he give me the other choice, dinner at Rodney's Oyster House. We can do it in January when everything is dull, dull, dull.
After a whirlwind trip through the store, Brian drove me home and made sure that I and my dozen bottles were inside safely. We bumped into John when we were coming in. And, then, I put the bottles away and found a tiny half full bottle of icewine and brandy. Perhaps I'll have that when I get home from the hospital. My reward.
I think I'd better get ready for bed, because 5 a.m. will come whether I want it or not.
Slightly more level-headed hugs (for the moment),
Helenka
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