A day of many pleasures (as well as the Pirate Bob eye from hell).

Arrgghh.
How could so many wonderful things happen today and most of it gets swept away by pain? Well, how is easy. Because whatever my Pirate Bob eye wants, it gets. Le sigh. So why don't I ask WHY? Perhaps because it would be a useless question.

Okay, on to better things.
***Such as chomping on the last of the celery stalks for lunch. Oh, noes.
***Then, exchanging fondly sniping e-mails back and forth with Brian.
***Then watching more N.C.I.S..
***Then stripping the bed and putting on my blue floral on white (very crisp looking) sheets and rewarding my physical efforts with a really long, hot shower.
***Then eating Brie and a Royal Gala apple.
***Then getting a phone call from John offering to bring me supper tonight, as he was calling from St. Lawrence Market.
***Then trying to continue catching up with the MCCT webcasts. Whee - I'm up to Jan. 3. I was on duty that day (and had to wear my coat and shawl because the furnace had conked out). But, oh, to see my radiant smile as I blessed people during communion had a huge impact on me.
***Then waiting anxiously for the surprise meal to arrive. It was a titch late, as the roast had needed extra time. John delivered a big bowl with an enormous slice of pork roast, with herbed veggies around (carrot, onion, potato, with extra flavour from a tiny bit of the roast jus), also a fan of fresh green beans. I'd put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, so I poured myself a glass and then dug in. OMG, so good. He'd used some kind of juice (could it be apple) I believe as a sweetener over the outer flesh of the roast and it was simply divine. I devoured the whole thing and then, shamelessly or shamefully - not sure which, had to wash off the lower half of my face. Because ... mmmm-mmmm-mmmmmmmmm. Really. The meat was amazingly tender. I sent him a hugely complimentary e-mail.
***Finally, working a bit on my non-lgbtfest McDex that is a companion tagfic to it. But, oh, I have to get out of the habit of stopping writing at crucial junctures and forgetting where I planned to go with the story. ::slaps self on wrist::

And, now, I've taken two antihistamines, after trying to gauge whether they would be better to reduce the pain in the eye. Okay, so I'm guessing. But I guess I'd better get ready for bed. My ride is coming way too early tomorrow morning. Ack! At least it's just a regular Sunday, so I can wear my standard black and red outfit. So I shall bid you all a fond Au revoir until tomorrow.

A day of many pleasures (as well as the Pirate Bob eye from hell).

Arrgghh.
How could so many wonderful things happen today and most of it gets swept away by pain? Well, how is easy. Because whatever my Pirate Bob eye wants, it gets. Le sigh. So why don't I ask WHY? Perhaps because it would be a useless question.

Okay, on to better things.
***Such as chomping on the last of the celery stalks for lunch. Oh, noes.
***Then, exchanging fondly sniping e-mails back and forth with Brian.
***Then watching more N.C.I.S..
***Then stripping the bed and putting on my blue floral on white (very crisp looking) sheets and rewarding my physical efforts with a really long, hot shower.
***Then eating Brie and a Royal Gala apple.
***Then getting a phone call from John offering to bring me supper tonight, as he was calling from St. Lawrence Market.
***Then trying to continue catching up with the MCCT webcasts. Whee - I'm up to Jan. 3. I was on duty that day (and had to wear my coat and shawl because the furnace had conked out). But, oh, to see my radiant smile as I blessed people during communion had a huge impact on me.
***Then waiting anxiously for the surprise meal to arrive. It was a titch late, as the roast had needed extra time. John delivered a big bowl with an enormous slice of pork roast, with herbed veggies around (carrot, onion, potato, with extra flavour from a tiny bit of the roast jus), also a fan of fresh green beans. I'd put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, so I poured myself a glass and then dug in. OMG, so good. He'd used some kind of juice (could it be apple) I believe as a sweetener over the outer flesh of the roast and it was simply divine. I devoured the whole thing and then, shamelessly or shamefully - not sure which, had to wash off the lower half of my face. Because ... mmmm-mmmm-mmmmmmmmm. Really. The meat was amazingly tender. I sent him a hugely complimentary e-mail.
***Finally, working a bit on my non-lgbtfest McDex that is a companion tagfic to it. But, oh, I have to get out of the habit of stopping writing at crucial junctures and forgetting where I planned to go with the story. ::slaps self on wrist::

And, now, I've taken two antihistamines, after trying to gauge whether they would be better to reduce the pain in the eye. Okay, so I'm guessing. But I guess I'd better get ready for bed. My ride is coming way too early tomorrow morning. Ack! At least it's just a regular Sunday, so I can wear my standard black and red outfit. So I shall bid you all a fond Au revoir until tomorrow.