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It's not even 9:30 and I know I'm headed off to bed (as soon as I've taken my pills, washed my face, and done my eyedrops). Whoa, blondie. How come you're a zombie?
Well, it doesn't make much sense to me considering that the morning part of Sunday was normal: wake up at 5:45, leave home around 8:45, do church, get picked up.... BZZZZZZRT. Scratch that. Do NOT get picked up by the promised cab (and learn that the cabbie has declared you weren't there which is enough to make me start screaming). Have the rides provider promise to send another cab which luckily arrives in a few minutes. So I end up getting home around 1:50, already worn out.
I ignored lunch so I could concentrate on my service summary. I'm finally done before 3:30 and do I eat lunch then? Why, of course not. I have to go feed the cats (after coaxing Grumpy off the back deck with loving words and cute hand claps). ::puts hands on hips:: Hey, there were SO cute hand claps. Only then did I return to my cool, dark refuge ... and have a couple of fruit tarts. Not quite lunch or nutritious, but I just didn't feel like anything else.
When SuM got home, I was relieved she bought me a bottle of Aleve (though what she paid for it at the drugstore was ridiculous when compared to Costco's price). But I was desperate and didn't want my old joints to be screaming in a couple of days.
Anyway, off to do my pre-bed routine. Silly nighty-night, all.
Well, it doesn't make much sense to me considering that the morning part of Sunday was normal: wake up at 5:45, leave home around 8:45, do church, get picked up.... BZZZZZZRT. Scratch that. Do NOT get picked up by the promised cab (and learn that the cabbie has declared you weren't there which is enough to make me start screaming). Have the rides provider promise to send another cab which luckily arrives in a few minutes. So I end up getting home around 1:50, already worn out.
I ignored lunch so I could concentrate on my service summary. I'm finally done before 3:30 and do I eat lunch then? Why, of course not. I have to go feed the cats (after coaxing Grumpy off the back deck with loving words and cute hand claps). ::puts hands on hips:: Hey, there were SO cute hand claps. Only then did I return to my cool, dark refuge ... and have a couple of fruit tarts. Not quite lunch or nutritious, but I just didn't feel like anything else.
When SuM got home, I was relieved she bought me a bottle of Aleve (though what she paid for it at the drugstore was ridiculous when compared to Costco's price). But I was desperate and didn't want my old joints to be screaming in a couple of days.
Anyway, off to do my pre-bed routine. Silly nighty-night, all.
