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And I hate it (if the glare of the icon didn't inform you of that fact).
By the time I got to church I was frozen. I'd been doing some impromptu skating, even hanging on to the driver's arm. And it was so cold in the social hall. Even in the sanctuary, I kept my coat, scarf and gloves on. Which meant I was forced to decline my volunteering today.
There was a cold presence in my heart (and outward nausea), as we learned that Rev. Paul Fairley died last night. Brent was affected very much. As were many of us.
My friend R. wasn't there, so I figured she'd skipped church because of the intense cold. I don't know why this happened, but the insanely burrowing pain in my left eye that had abated over the last month returned with a vengeance. Okay, come on, surely it's not because I'd been crying (which I would think relieves pressure).
Going home was a very long and tedious excursion as many other riders were dropped off. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was have a bite to eat and crawl into bed. Forget about baking. Forget about attending the tree-lighting ceremony in the park next door. Forgot about making dinner for John. Well, he was very understanding, because even he wasn't willing to go outside. So I had a hit-the-pillow conked-out nap. When John came by at 8 to do the eye drops, while he was washing his hands, I was trying to sit down in my swivel chair. I, um, missed and ended up on the floor. How utterly undignified.
Anyway, I'm thinking about eating something, but haven't a clue as to what I'd like. So, I'll just wave bye-bye and resolve to not do any more falling down. Indoors or outdoors.
Teetering hugs,
Helenka
By the time I got to church I was frozen. I'd been doing some impromptu skating, even hanging on to the driver's arm. And it was so cold in the social hall. Even in the sanctuary, I kept my coat, scarf and gloves on. Which meant I was forced to decline my volunteering today.
There was a cold presence in my heart (and outward nausea), as we learned that Rev. Paul Fairley died last night. Brent was affected very much. As were many of us.
My friend R. wasn't there, so I figured she'd skipped church because of the intense cold. I don't know why this happened, but the insanely burrowing pain in my left eye that had abated over the last month returned with a vengeance. Okay, come on, surely it's not because I'd been crying (which I would think relieves pressure).
Going home was a very long and tedious excursion as many other riders were dropped off. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was have a bite to eat and crawl into bed. Forget about baking. Forget about attending the tree-lighting ceremony in the park next door. Forgot about making dinner for John. Well, he was very understanding, because even he wasn't willing to go outside. So I had a hit-the-pillow conked-out nap. When John came by at 8 to do the eye drops, while he was washing his hands, I was trying to sit down in my swivel chair. I, um, missed and ended up on the floor. How utterly undignified.
Anyway, I'm thinking about eating something, but haven't a clue as to what I'd like. So, I'll just wave bye-bye and resolve to not do any more falling down. Indoors or outdoors.
Teetering hugs,
Helenka
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