10:55 a.m. and all is ... bright and shiny.

I was overjoyed to sleep in so late, even though it was really cold this morning (and my hand should have been cramping, but it behaved). Hmm, I wonder if the cold had made my memory sluggish as well, because I forgot to mention that, when I was leaving the church yesterday, Brent snuck up by me and said in a soft voice, "Cute hairdo." Awwww, Brent. Now I have to make sure my hair looks really good for the big party on Thursday.

Finally got around to watching last night's Discovery. Still can't stand the Klingons. Not too thrilled with the Captain, either. But we all know who the gay doc's partner is. Then I continued slogging through my Atwood book. It's due tomorrow, so I've requested to borrow it again.

Late afternoon, I made an "executive" decision about transportation. Though church-John was going to drive over, park at the house, then we'd take a cab to the fancy place ... reversing direction after the event, it just didn't make any sense to drag him over here (not to mention spending all that money on cabs), so I took a chance and booked a ride with my provider to get me to the location 30 minutes before it starts. Yes, I'm crossing my fingers for no traffic tieups, etc. After the event, I and my wheelchair would just grab a cab home. I sent c-J an e-mail with the details, and I certainly hope I didn't offend him (well, I told him how much I appreciate him caring for my comfort and safety), even though he hasn't replied to me. OTOH, he does tend to go off the grid occasionally.

Had a normal Monday evening, with my usual TV shows, including a hilarious Big Bang Theory and an intriguing Murdoch Mysteries. Soooo, Julia is hoping for IVF to be her magic solution.

I'm about ready to slide into bed, but think I'd better have some ginger beer to settle the tum while swallowing my evening pills. Here's to another good sleep, please.