Because I slept in SO late (quite delightful), I didn't have brekkie until after noon. Then John offered me an experimental muffin (lemon poppyseed with hugely reduced oil content). Um ... I think one of those could feed marching armies, that's how filling it was (though I would have added apple sauce or pear purée to replace the fat and mentioned it to him). Also, because of the lateness of my waking, I didn't drink my morning coffee. Bad idea. So bad that I had to crawl into bed for a nap, I was that exhausted. And then I couldn't breathe, so I had oxygen-deprived dreams. I'm not sure whether I was dead though at least one person around me was. The second person had had a brain tumour but eventually moved back to her native country (and I hope she IS still alive). But, even dead, I was busy doing stuff I believe around the church. And there was a gold tablecloth involved, too. It's no wonder I was relieved to wake up. Whoa, not a good feeling, especially as I was all stuffed up.

At least I got to do something semi-useful and that was to record my closing thoughts on last night's SGA rewatch. Except my final conclusion made me sad, as it had to do with indigenous peoples having their resources ravaged by outsiders.

Okay, so that obviously didn't work. I ended up posting some more strange comments on SLOG and finally decided to watch last week's church service, so I could see Mme Premier in closeup. I'm still watching, so I think I'll return to that and end the day in a more positive manner.
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