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Yes, yesterday was definitely NOT.
Not healthy.
Not feeling well.
Not productive.
Not doing chores. [Yes, laundry is wailing its siren song.]
So very, very not.
Today was a bit better. Even though I ventured off the path of rye bread, powerade and chocolate which wasn't bad at first, the ill effects caught up with me later.
And I'm pissed off because the transit workers went on strike at midnight last night (without the 48 hours' notice), so I can't get to church tomorrow. The only riders in my position who will get rides are those going for dialysis and chemo. And, though church IS a healing place for me, I don't quite think anybody will put it in the same life-saving category. Le sigh.
But, b u t, but I did figure something out this afternoon. I'd been all set to do a Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope post, asking for possible Halloween costumes for Rodney (separate from whatever John was wearing and NOT one of the Fantastic Four), when the answer came to me. It was a doozy, and I'm thrilled with it. I'm also happy because, yes, I could have asked for advice; but, I'm so stubborn and independent that I'd rather have tussled with the possible choices myself. Hee - I'm five again and remembering my kindergarten report card (H. is yadda, yadda, yadda). Yes, even at five, I was already in outer space ... even if I didn't know that outer space existed at the time!
When M called, I mentioned the costume and my idea was greeted with gales of helpless laughter so I couldn't even get a word in edgewise. Yes, ha-ha, I am very funny.
And I located my tax papers from last year, so I'll do them on Monday. If I can't get to church tomorrow, I'm going to finish off my two Next Gen fics for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest. I figure pleasure before business is my sincere motto. Hey, this is MY work ethic!
And that is all she wrote and said today. So, now, I have to have a couple of slices of dry rye bread so I can take my evening meds.
Bored ... but never boring ... hugs,
H.
Not healthy.
Not feeling well.
Not productive.
Not doing chores. [Yes, laundry is wailing its siren song.]
So very, very not.
Today was a bit better. Even though I ventured off the path of rye bread, powerade and chocolate which wasn't bad at first, the ill effects caught up with me later.
And I'm pissed off because the transit workers went on strike at midnight last night (without the 48 hours' notice), so I can't get to church tomorrow. The only riders in my position who will get rides are those going for dialysis and chemo. And, though church IS a healing place for me, I don't quite think anybody will put it in the same life-saving category. Le sigh.
But, b u t, but I did figure something out this afternoon. I'd been all set to do a Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope post, asking for possible Halloween costumes for Rodney (separate from whatever John was wearing and NOT one of the Fantastic Four), when the answer came to me. It was a doozy, and I'm thrilled with it. I'm also happy because, yes, I could have asked for advice; but, I'm so stubborn and independent that I'd rather have tussled with the possible choices myself. Hee - I'm five again and remembering my kindergarten report card (H. is yadda, yadda, yadda). Yes, even at five, I was already in outer space ... even if I didn't know that outer space existed at the time!
When M called, I mentioned the costume and my idea was greeted with gales of helpless laughter so I couldn't even get a word in edgewise. Yes, ha-ha, I am very funny.
And I located my tax papers from last year, so I'll do them on Monday. If I can't get to church tomorrow, I'm going to finish off my two Next Gen fics for
lgbtfest. I figure pleasure before business is my sincere motto. Hey, this is MY work ethic!And that is all she wrote and said today. So, now, I have to have a couple of slices of dry rye bread so I can take my evening meds.
Bored ... but never boring ... hugs,
H.
