Miserably counting down until I can take pills soon.

That's the kind of day it was. Up and down like a seesaw, I'm feeling seasick! First of all, it didn't help that I opened my eyes at 4:33. Managed to stay in bed until 5:55, then got up. At least it was a very warm morning and sunny. Yay. Got to church at 9:45. It was a special service to end Black History Month, with one of our special choirs whose members are from the Caribbean and Africa. I don't think the neighbourhood was used to the lively nature of the singing! Our guest "preacher" was a human rights lawyer from Jamaica and a friend of mine. He also was co-Consecrator at Communion. I didn't get a chance to talk to him, but did to his husband who has a busy and complicated clerical history (in three denominations). I mentioned that the two of them had now shared two new things: preaching and consecrating.

After church, I waited until 1 to take pills. I wasn't picked up until around 1:50. At least I scored a water bottle in our recycling station (which I didn't even know existed). I asked SuM to toss it in the dishwasher. I also met SuM's sister who's come to visit for a few days.

Spent the afternoon reading, then watched yesterday's game show repeats. The SNL was a repeat, so didn't bother. Tried to catch up on old posts on Slog and added comments. There wasn't too much classical music on the French station but right now I'm revelling in Symphony #1 in C by Brahms (which was used extensively in a movie (title ??? from "Aimez-vous Brahms?" by Francoise Sagan) starring Ingrid Bergman and Anthony Hopkins from the early 60s. It's amazing to see how self-deprecating a woman could be, settling for an older lover who neglected her rather than accept the love of a ::horrors:: younger man!

Okay, the symphony is nearly ended and I'm taking my pills. Ahhhhh.