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Well, okay, first things first. Off to bed around 1:45, with the alarm set for 6:15. Once again, I couldn't breathe, yet was asleep in under a minute. I continue to be perplexed.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.
Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments about
lgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
