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Daylight Savings Time = Ev0l. As is its corresponding twin, the return to Standard Time. So, twice a year, my body goes through hell. I'm sure you can understand why I'm pissed off.
It didn't help that I had less than four hours of sleep Saturday night (really, Sunday morning). At least my cellphone alarm woke me up and my traditional Bangers'n'mash was comforting. I did my best to try to look ... human, wearing my navy polka-dot chiffon float with matching hair floof. I still wore my boots and winter coat to church, because it was cool in the morning and my poor ankle needed support.
Between the ankle pain and the time change, I had a tough time concentrating on Brent's sermon. Something, something, yadda, something. But I was relieved to get an update on church-John's condition. I hadn't realized he'd had quadruple bypass surgery. But he's home now, recovering.
After church, I sat outside in the sun. I shared my ride home with a woman who was going to visit her sister. Her story made me appreciate what I do have. Why? Well, her sister had already lost the vision in one eye as a result of violence and had been a passenger on that ill-fated recent train derailment. Because of that accident, she's at serious risk for losing her sight completely. That would be my greatest fear (so I guess I should be content with my 20/200, right?). Yes, I know other people deal with blindness, but I am not other people.
The driver let me out at the pharmacy where I got a good deal on Omega-3 fish oil capsules. I also managed to get the last canister of dry hair shampoo. Yay. Then I crossed the street to the supermarket. You already know everything I buy there, so it was more of the same. But I still wanted to splurge, yet was loathe to justify the cost of a side of smoked salmon (especially if I'm going to gobble it up quickly). So, instead, I bought four filets of apple smoked wild salmon (on sale) that'll make four meals. I also had a craving for sauerkraut, so got a jar of that.
If I hadn't injured my ankle, I would have loved to be walking along the lake. But I needed to get home and collapse. Lunch was my fave walnut-carrot muffins. My blinds were raised to the top and the window was wide open, so I could at least hear all the birds as well as barking dogs. Even if I couldn't be out there, a lot of others were enjoying the weather.
I finally closed the window because a chill was setting in and decided to have a nap. Unfortunately, an hour in, BD called me. He's missed a lot of church lately because of deteriorating health and just got a potential diagnosis of a serious condition that someone else on my flist has. What is it about people all around me suffering? I know, that's a question for the universe.
As I was unable to get back to my nap, I decided to have supper. I heated up two portions of Cream-of-Glue soup (oh, sorry, I meant Cream of Cauliflower /sarcasm) and had them with great reluctance. Yuck, indeed.
It's no wonder I was so tired and knew I wouldn't make any sense if I tried to post last night. Even so, I'm barely with it right now. ::sighs:: Okay, I need to do something to cheer myself up. ::glances around and spies a muffin box::
It didn't help that I had less than four hours of sleep Saturday night (really, Sunday morning). At least my cellphone alarm woke me up and my traditional Bangers'n'mash was comforting. I did my best to try to look ... human, wearing my navy polka-dot chiffon float with matching hair floof. I still wore my boots and winter coat to church, because it was cool in the morning and my poor ankle needed support.
Between the ankle pain and the time change, I had a tough time concentrating on Brent's sermon. Something, something, yadda, something. But I was relieved to get an update on church-John's condition. I hadn't realized he'd had quadruple bypass surgery. But he's home now, recovering.
After church, I sat outside in the sun. I shared my ride home with a woman who was going to visit her sister. Her story made me appreciate what I do have. Why? Well, her sister had already lost the vision in one eye as a result of violence and had been a passenger on that ill-fated recent train derailment. Because of that accident, she's at serious risk for losing her sight completely. That would be my greatest fear (so I guess I should be content with my 20/200, right?). Yes, I know other people deal with blindness, but I am not other people.
The driver let me out at the pharmacy where I got a good deal on Omega-3 fish oil capsules. I also managed to get the last canister of dry hair shampoo. Yay. Then I crossed the street to the supermarket. You already know everything I buy there, so it was more of the same. But I still wanted to splurge, yet was loathe to justify the cost of a side of smoked salmon (especially if I'm going to gobble it up quickly). So, instead, I bought four filets of apple smoked wild salmon (on sale) that'll make four meals. I also had a craving for sauerkraut, so got a jar of that.
If I hadn't injured my ankle, I would have loved to be walking along the lake. But I needed to get home and collapse. Lunch was my fave walnut-carrot muffins. My blinds were raised to the top and the window was wide open, so I could at least hear all the birds as well as barking dogs. Even if I couldn't be out there, a lot of others were enjoying the weather.
I finally closed the window because a chill was setting in and decided to have a nap. Unfortunately, an hour in, BD called me. He's missed a lot of church lately because of deteriorating health and just got a potential diagnosis of a serious condition that someone else on my flist has. What is it about people all around me suffering? I know, that's a question for the universe.
As I was unable to get back to my nap, I decided to have supper. I heated up two portions of Cream-of-Glue soup (oh, sorry, I meant Cream of Cauliflower /sarcasm) and had them with great reluctance. Yuck, indeed.
It's no wonder I was so tired and knew I wouldn't make any sense if I tried to post last night. Even so, I'm barely with it right now. ::sighs:: Okay, I need to do something to cheer myself up. ::glances around and spies a muffin box::
