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( Aug. 7th, 2020 11:43 pm)
It as a perfect day to be whisked away by church-John. He delivered my apothecary necessities, took me to the bank machine, and then we went to one of our fave haunts nearby. The restaurant had built a patio extending into their parking lot, with a light covering above and open to the air. I was very happy we were sitting next to the entrance to the building itself, so we got the breeze but not the hot sun.

AFAIC, it's never too late to sillybrate my b-day, so that's what we did. I brought most of my lunch home (so not a surprise), but loved the two luscious raspberry vodka cocktails and a scoop of French vanilla ice cream for dessert.

After that, it was home and off to bed - a bookend to my morning. But, wait, there was more excitement. Look an envelope from the Attorney General. Yup - jury duty. I'll have to ask S. o read it all to me tomorrow and fill out my reason for … declining.

Watched most of my usual TV shows and have gulped my midnight pills. I'll bet you can hear my sigh of relief! The only downer to my day was that thing that presumes to masquerade as my vision. Today was a snow day - a veritable blizzard. Booooooo.
So, even though the alarm was set for 8-something, I woke up at 6:30. Sigh. But I had a lot to do, including stripping the bed, doing a couple loads of laundry, gyrating gymnastics to remake the bed. And that was just the morning. I had no idea when Brian was planning to come over; he finally said it would be around 4:30-5:00; he planned to order Swish for both of us to be delivered at 5:30. Okay, now I can relax. I needed to lie down for a wee bit first.

The food arrived shortly after he did. And there were surprises such as more of his yummy jam, and Daddy Pig as a b-day prezzie. I guess I'll have to look for George Pig on eBay.

We had dinner out on the back deck and stayed out after while Brian tinkered with my iPad and phone. OMG. He gave me smart invert on the iPad, so I can watch all media au naturel! Now I can catch up on church services.

We also discussed getting together at other times during the summer. I can come out to his place and then we can dine on a nearby patio. Sounds terrific! Anyway, he finally left t 9. While he'd been with me, my sight had kept getting crisper and more colour-accurate! He really is the best medicine! I just hope it lasts after I return from the mall tomorrow so I can read. ::crosses fingers:: At least I watched a really clear Jeopardy! tonight.
So, naturally, the big thrill was having the Zoom video birthday chat for Peter's b-day at 2 PM. Only problem is that he was a no-show (turns out he was napping because of a stressful week). I'd even poured myself a glass of Galliano in his honour.

So, Brian took me on a tour of his campsite, showing off the interior of his trailer (lots of windows), then moving outdoors to display the gazebo with couch and two chairs and a stone-ringed firepit. As well as a bbq. It was so much fun. The only drawback is that my colours were reversed. While Brian could see my true colours, I could only see negatives. But, hey, at least it was something.

After that excitement, I watched some TV (mainly the news), read my new library book. I found a new grocery delivery place; I tried submitting my order but I'm stuck, so I'll have to contact them tomorrow. They claim to deliver the same day! And they have fresh lamb shanks from Australia! But it's a quirky site, so who knows.

Anyway, I think I need a wee bit of soup before pills. Facing another unseasonal cold night. Silly weather.
Well, I spilled some on my capelet so had to throw it in the washing machine when we got home. Home from where? My first Dairy Queen visit to celebrate S.'s birthday today (for which I gave her the package of chocolate covered pretzels from the specialty shop in Niagara). We each ordered different small Blizzards: S had Skor bars, SuM had raspberry fudge (that sounded decadent); and I had Turtles. It was fun to get out of the house in the evening. Driving with the windows open created a cool breeze.

The rest of the day was more humdrum. I cleaned up my old Yahoo email and found a reply from Stephanie on June 2. This is really pathetic when I can't discern things. OTOH, due to some weird Firefox update, I am now able to see videos and pictures in FB Messenger! Really weird. I also emailed church-John, saying he could delay his "apothecary" visit until after July 11. I'd like to receive him when the house is empty.

Something that was not humdrum but concerning was S. finding Grumpy covered in blood first thing this morning. She took him to the vet. It turns out there were three distinctive puncture wounds on his forehead that had become infected and the blood had come from an abscess. The emergency vet was very caring and competent. And poor Grumpy. The culprit was Ce-Ce because Bast doesn't have front claws. So, unless she's a soccer or martial arts whiz, Ms. Ce-Ce done it.

Anyway, now that I'm feeling all loose and relaxed, I'm going to watch some TV. It's a good ending to a pleasantly placid summer's day.
Talk about creative pain variations. Today, the spasms decided to go "walkies" and struck different parts of my torso. Because, naturally, I'm already bored with the traditional parts. NOT.

So, essentially, that was my day. Lying in bed, trying to nap, reading a little, watching TV, yadda, yadda. The only reprieve was having a mail call. Surely it couldn't be my free mask yet. Nope, it wasn't. It was real mail, an art card repurposed for my birthday sent by Peter. I was just delighted. I responded by email about our shared experiences visiting the Knox-Albright Museum in Buffalo. I was there with my Frank Lloyd Wright class in the early 80s and he was there, I presume in the late 80s, to see the Monet at Giverny exhibit.

The finale of the Jeopardy! Teachers' Tournament was so-so. My fave came in second. I found too many of the questions to be ridiculously easy. And I got Gulliver's Travels an easy final.

I'm going to read for a wee bit and hope for sleep. ::crosses fingers::
Oh, my. I've had the dorkiest of days. First woke up at 4:43 which did not please me. At all. The next wakeup was 5:56. Still not nice. I finally got out of bed around 6:30 and began finishing my testimonial. It took a long time as my vision was mostly crap. Sigh. But I managed to send it off and then crawled back into bed. Slept for a couple of hours. Upon waking I went to FB as I had a mystery to unravel in the blind group. Once I'd solved it, then I wandered around and discovered a boatload of birthday wishes I didn't even know I'd received. So, just what idiot changed the way FB works? Yes, I know the answer. Sigh. It took me a while, but I replied to each post personally. And then I felt so much better!

Watched my usual TV until the evening when I was struck with horrid pain. Go away, stupid pain. With lots of massage, I drifted off to sleep, ending up on a cruise ship (pre-pandemic times). I believe I was younger but didn't know who was with me. When I woke up at 10:45, I had better vision and the pain did NOT return. So now I can sit at my computer and read my library book. Yay!
Yes, it was my birthday and all my special plans went awry. But I still had a wonderful day. Gee, the blonde is finally getting wise.

The day started off when I sprang awake at 5:25 (yes, I do love my palindromic numbers). The best part is that, despite falling asleep with the TV on, I was in no pain and had exquisite vision. So, I washed my face and put on eye makeup. Yippee!

Later, I tidied up and decorated. I took a chance by reaching up to my shelf in the closet and grasped the clear bag that held my cheap (but pretty) fake flowers. As I'd smashed my green vase, I had to put the stems into an empty peanut jar! Then I tried to remember where my more expensive and artistic rope was with flowers attached (created by one of the designers at the Shaw Festival). I found it, too! I added it to my bannister.

I made space for my iPad on the dining table. I'd planned to pour myself a glass of Coke, but ran out of time. I quickly put on my black/gold spider scarf on my head and added my two jewelled butterfly clips. I'd cut my bangs earlier, too. And, then, I tried to find the invite Brian had sent me. But I couldn't find the gmail icon I normally use. Help! So I was in the alternate one, but I couldn't read the print. Sigh.

Naturally, Brian called while I was scrambling. When I answered the phone, I think I disconnected the hotspot. [Of course I did!] It turns out S. had d/ld the incorrect app; so Brian and I talked while he and Peter were on Zoom. It was frustrating and I was pouting. And only then did Brian send a link to the correct app. Um … Brian … why couldn't you have done that in the first place? So, after the hour was up, Brian said we'd reconnect next weekend and he'd give me a tour of his special trailer.

After that, I was so weary. I'd already had to take a couple extra Robax. I enjoyed the rest of my lambchops and finally had that glass of Coke and the lemon tart I was supposed to eat on screen. At least I made use of my vision by racing through another book. As for birthday greetings, I was delighted to receive a pretty email from my childhood pal Danny and I emailed her back. There were also other electronic cards and greetings which I will answer tomorrow, as well as a pretty card from SuM and S. I was completely floored to get a phone call from the meals admin who wished me a happy birthday. She also mentioned that they'd received Covid funding for Seniors was were extending fully-paid subsidies for two months. Well, that was nice to receive. She also asked if I'd answer some questions about how I first enrolled in the program. I can still remember Brian nagging me to apply!

I finally had to lie down for a nap at 8. But wait, that's not all. We had a power failure in the house! Good thing I use my cellphone alarm. Anyway, it was restored and I slept for about 90 minutes. And then had to restore my last session. Naturally (sigh), there were complications.

Still, it was only the first of several celebrations. I told the boys I'd keep the decorations up until we do Peter's birthday in two weeks' time. Now, at the end of the day, I think I'm going to have some chocolate and another wee glass Coke.
More staying up late and getting about 5 hours of sleep. It was … adequate. That wascawy baby brother of mine got exasperated because I didn't give him a time for my virtual b-day party on Monday, so he actually phoned me! He does that so rarely, I didn't have a chance to associate the Stargate SG-1 theme (he's the only one). So, he pinned me down to 2-3 PM on Monday. He'll still be at his trailer (which I didn't know was open) and will be able to take me on a tour!

He's also going to do his best to get me fresh spider rolls as well as some groceries and drive over this Thursday. If we're really lucky, then we may be able to talk to each other two light sabers apart (perhaps on the back deck).

So, back to weird. SuM waited too long to order zoo safari tickets and they're already sold out for next week. So, we'll try for the following week. Hey, I always said I took the entire month of June to celebrate, and I'll just be following the trend.

Earlier, I'd finished the first book in the Sisterhood series, moaned over the goofs an editor or proofreader should have caught in seconds; now I'm in the second book. I managed to watch my judge shows but kept conking out during the evening news. Okay, back to reading and dreaming about my unusual upcoming festivities!
Now the pain is cackling! That's what I got for taking my pills around midnight, but then becoming absorbed in an amazing SGA fanfic that seems apt for this time of pandemic. It concerned a condition that seemed to spread virally, where one wasn't fully aware whether one had hallucinations, or mental illness, or ??? So, that's why my bedtime was delayed - with disastrous consequences. Yes, I took two more Robax and crawled back into bed.

Luckily, I slept all the way to 9:09 which was a much more socially appropriate time. However, after brekkie (a wonderful shepherd's pie), I slid back into bed, trying to keep my back muscles as protected as possible. So I missed going outside on the first day since October that our temps rose about 68. Woo-hoo! My precautionary stay-in-bed decision paid off as I staved off any spasms for the rest of the day.

I'm glad I got to give SuM her birthday treat. She appreciated it. She and S. also had their own unique reason to celebrate this particular birthday and I'm happy for them.

Had a wee spree of catching up on Peppa Pig in the afternoon. Right now, I'm revelling in relatively good vision, so I'm going to stay up reading for a while.

My West Coast news source has me slightly worried. It seems that there are giant hornets in WA with equally formidable lances. I don't want them being blown across the continent. No way. No how. Okay, on to distractive reading.
It didn't help that I'd woken up at 4:45 a.m. (and stayed up), but at least my vision was crisp so I could read for hours. Then, late night, my computer kept defying me - as it has since the dreaded … update. So I just managed to post the subject line. Sigh. But the rest of the day had been spectacular! I'll just pretend the pain after I got home never happened!

I was the first to arrive at the restaurant at 12:30, I got to arrange the tables and chairs, then order a pot of Earl Grey, hot! This place has packets of raw sugar that I really like. I'd already decided not to drink wine I was ve in the morning and not using my walker. Jan was next to arrive, then RS. I surprised them with the tins of cookies. Yay!

After we were stuffed with our appetizers and chicken (with free chicken dinners to take home, too), we started talking about vacations. Completely independently, RS and I had decided we couldn't do the Alaska Cruise. Mind you, now with Coronavid19 being so scary on board a ship, maybe it's just as well we're taking a pass. I mentioned my dream of going to Northern Ontario by train. Then RS mentioned she's going to Niagara Falls on an escorted trip with power loading buses, attendant care, and 4 days in a suites hotel in April. She then said we should all take a vacay together next year when she turns the big four-oh. A longer more complicated trip seems unrealistic, but we thought the Niagara Falls trip would be terrific. Jan and RS could share the bedroom while I would be a happy camper sleeping on ut couch in the living room. I could bring my wheelchair and have someone push me while sightseeing. I'll finally be able to revel in Falls after a couple decades ago (pre blindness). And the bathroom has both a shower AND a huge tub. Can you see me smiling now?

We were picked up around 4 and I was home in mere minutes due to no traffic. My sight had been invigorated by the social activity, so I watched Picard. I also did some editing for the blind group Prez. Anyway, I'm a tired kitty, so off to bed with sweet dreams of travel.
It was a silly, fun day for church-John and me. He arrived shortly after 10:30 so we could drive downtown to an Irish steakhouse for our special Winter-licious lunch together with many from my blind group. Pir server was from Ireland (had a luscious accent). I wanted to know what special cocktails they had with Bourbon. Oh, wow. Did I ever get the special "special". It was only about 17 bucks and the most amazing smooth and smoky quality. I only needed one! C-J ordered a Cosmo.

C-J and I both had the tomato-based veg soup with big carrot chunks. Then he had the fish pie with scallops while I had chicken curry, rice, mango chutney and a papadum. He finished with a chocolate brownie while I tried to revive myself with fresh fruit that was slightly less then impressive. But we were happy campers, not leaving until 2 p.m. Then came the pain as we walked from the hotel to the parking lot under City Hall. I even paid the 20 bucks for parking! So I'd mentioned during the drive that I want to take a luxury train trip across Canada (inspired by an ancient epi of Moonlighting during which Maddy takes a solo cross-country train trip). Perhaps I was being a bit too ambitious. I think I'll look into going up into Northern Ontario as close as possible to Hudson Bay. Ontario is an absolutely gorgeous province with tons of trees and sheer walls of blasted rocks on either side of the highways, with tons of lakes. Okay, time to start investigating.

Even though the day was supposed to be All. About. Him, it turned out he had extra boxes of the special chocolates he'd given me before Kissymas. And did I want one? ::rolls eyes:: Silly question. By the time he got me home, all I wanted was a nap. Alas, I had church editing to do. So I got that out of the way, then took myself and the pain to bed where I watched all my accumulated judge and game shows. Now I'm feeling a little queasy, so I had a plain bagel. Anyway, a good time was definitely had by all.
It's just too bad I didn't figure it out last night. When I finally went to bed around 1, my heater had continued to make horrid squeling squirrely sounds so I had to turn it off. So grateful to be tucked in securely in my red flannel sheets, so the cold didn't really bother me as long as I kept every part of me under the cpvers. exposing only my face so I could breathe (duh).

In the morning, I turned on the heater. It had stopped squealing. It had also stopped heating, unless it was an inch in front of it. So I guess the heater and fan had died of old age. I managed to survive for most of the day and then thought of using the electric fireplace. I put the heat on high. It only has two settings and no thermostat, but one accepts gifts graciously (oh, thank you church-John!). So, how does it modulate output? By turning off after 60 (or perhaps 90) minutes. That means I'll turn it on a third time when I go to bed so I'll still have some heat. But it's doing a great job spreading heat even though it's further away from the bed and shoots hot air up to the ceiling.

So that was my excitement during the day which otherwise featured me being extra blind. Sigh. I received a phone call from Brian's and my mutual friend Peter in the evening. Turns out he'd sent me an invitation via FB message last Sunday. When I can't see, FB is the last place I'll look for messages. Anyway, he was inviting me to a brunch in Brian's honour this Sunday as Brian will become 50 on the 5th. Alas, with my transportation woes (not to mention my muscle spasms), I had to decline. But I did send him an email later saying how he should join Brian and me on our annual joint birthday trip.

I was disappointed by the absence of my fave shows tonight. The only one on was Young Sheldon which was … okay. But now I'm bored, especially as I can't read with the amount of blurring. Sigh, again.
I was sitting outside at 8:10 for an 8:20 pickup. At least it was 34F and no snow yet. My expected bus cancelled on me, but its replacement (with a funny and charming driver who told me he'd driven me before) arrived at 8:38. He got me to the church exactly at 9 a.m. For an 11 a.m. service. Sigh. At least I didn't mind relaxing and chatting with my friends at a table.

There was tons of sun streaming through the windows - perfect for the light-bulb theme (Epiphany Sunday). The choir sang a sublime "Auld Lang Syne" (not the trad. melody) and our musical guest was from "Come From Away". Church-John thought he looked yummy. He also had a lovely voice.

After church, we all drove to the site of one of my fave restos, under new management. We celebrated Ash's and c-J's birthdays along with 5 others - including Brent and John. I almost never see Brent these days (liberally and figuratively). Unfortunately, my lunch did not agree with me. I'd had mulled wine for my drink and a lovely lobster-shrimp bisque with two soft slices of garlic baguette. Then came Eggs Benny with smoked chicken on a croissant. There was also a side salad, home fries, and a slice of cantaloupe and orange on the plate. Well, here's another thing that getting older means I shouldn't eat: raw onion (even though it tasted so good). I didn't even touch the home fries not that I really cared.

Anyway, c-J took me to a bank machine, then drove me home. When we got in, he figured out my fireplace remote batteries were dead and located the controls on the side. Luckily, my hand is small and I can use them easily. After he left, I really began to suffer gastric distress, so crawled into bed for a mostly miserable two-hour nap. When I got up, I knew there was NO way I'd be writing a review of today's service (so there goes my major resolution). I hope I can do it tomorrow. In the meantime, I have pills I have to swallow with the utmost delicacy. Sigh.
So, the last day of December began predictably horribly, in grotesque pain. The alarm was set for 9, but I can't even remember when I woke up. I decided to use my emotional analgesics first, rewetching the musical portions of the December 15 service and writing about how exquisite the music was. Mind you, I was almost stumped. The Anthem had been changed from something insipid to a soothing lullaby. I tried using the caption feature but it's not much use with choral singing, only solo voices. But I kept thinking, listening, and finally remembered hearing it sung in German. Knowing the first word in German gave me the question to pose to Google. It was an Austrian lullaby. ::pats self on (aching) back::

After brekkie (scrambled eggs, home fries, and delicious baked beans - a new item on the menu) and pills, I managed to post it. What a relief. Then I posted a memory from FB about writing. Okay, so - just when I think I'm done - I find an email in my Inbox to edit this week's church publication. Yeah, sure, the old blind lady can do it - and actually finds goofs the others missed. ::pats self again on back, with virtual glitter::

Okay, now I'm done. With extra pills swallowed, I lie in bed watching my usual shows. Later, I open the eggnog and have my dwinkie with sprinkles. Soon, I'll be back in bed, hoping for the first good sleep of the year!
So, with a glass of virgin eggnog in hand (chocolate, cinnamon, sugar grinder by my elbow), I'll bid 2019 goodbye and say hello - be nice to me - to 2020.
That broken-back feeling? No extra charge!

But let's start at the beginning. Woke up fairly refreshed at 6:26, even though the alarm was set for 7:35. I was so-so-so c-c-cold. It's just horrible out. And … snowing. Lots and lots of fluffies on the ground. Luckily, I didn't have to sit outside too long (ugh) as my minivan arrived around 10:55. Driving conditions were horrible. He dropped me off at 12:10 NOT at the right place! So I had to walk, snow-blinded by the glare, three doors East. Luckily, the Prez and Volunteer coordinator were right behind me and she recognized my gait with the walker. OMG. What a relief. So we were just a few minutes late. There were already 4 people there. I ordered a lovely lunch (minestrone; glass of white wine; salmon penne in a rosé vodka sauce with lots of flavourful ingredients, also came with garden salad and garlic bread; large mango ice cream; and regular tea). Obviously, that was too much food so I brought half of the pasta home.

We had a lot of fun. There was a mix of old (in age and length of service) and new (ditto) and we had a lot of fun. I guess the weather influenced the absences as well as regular business, as we didn't leave until nearly 3. Well, everyone left, and I sat waiting at the window, waiting for my ride that showed up at 3:13, only 23 minutes late! In this weather (and considering I was sitting inside), I'm not complaining. It took a long time (and creative route changes) to get to my place.

So, you'd think I would relax. You'd think wrong! I decided to strip the bed, move it slightly so I could put on the cheerful red flannel sheets, and then collapse with the broken-back feeling. It's only in the last hour that the pain subsided. As if to taunt me, I've had wonderful vision from the moment I woke up! As always, I do not understand: a combo of cold weather, being social, and pain??? Watched my usual TV, also repeats of Young Sheldon and Big Bang Theory ("Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock" hilarity). There was also a "penguinologist" contestant on Jeopardy! whose faves are IIRC Aussie and Kiwi ones that are smaller than cats!!! I've had some of the yummy treats Brian gave me as I'm too full for real food, but need something before I take my final dose of Robax soon. Hoping for good sleep.
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( Dec. 7th, 2019 11:54 pm)
Most definitely, that's what a Brian-style holiday party has: lots of delicious treats. Oh, there were deccies, too, but I was too blind today to really tell the difference. Sigh.

It was a wonderful celebration of old friendships (how could 30 years have flown by so quickly?) and shared memories (such as driving down to Buffalo so that we could eat at Olive Garden).

I'm glad I had my tins of fancy cookies to give each of them. But, dork-a-dork (and a blind one), I thought I'd misplaced the perfect Kissymas cards. Nope. They were at the bottom of the bag, so I scrawled a short message and handed them over. Peter and Brian both gave me gift bags, too (though Brian's included more of his baking).

So, the food: another iteration of a Victorian tea party. There were two kinds of finger (more like palm sized) sandwiches: a stunning cheese, apple, arugula, dijon and ?; and a tomato, arugula and ? that could have used either pesto or basil mayo. The scones, OTOH, were absolutely divine - the best he's ever made. He even made his own raspberry preserve using his slow cooker. And, natch, there was clotted cream. We'd also polished off a bottle of sparkling Moscato. As well as more than two pots of tea with a variety of leaves. But, wait, there's the two-layer Victorian sponge cake with butter cream, whipped cream, and fresh raspberries on top. Oh, no! I'm just too stuffed. Also, because of the blindness, I'm afraid I made a mess on the plate.

In any case, the luscious tastes got rid of the vile taste of the Robax I'd chewed (gross!) on my minivan ride over, as I thought I might choke if I dry swallowed it, but could feel my back muscles getting ready to shriek.

Alas, the nostalgia only went so far. I did not appreciate sitting in the lobby on a cushy bench (no arms or back) from 4:20 until 5:05 when my minivan finally showed up. I was driven home in a slumped position as that was the only way my feet touched the floor. So, yeah, everything is screaming now. Begging the universe to help me sleep!
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( Oct. 12th, 2019 11:31 pm)
Well, that was my conclusion when I got home after a delightful afternoon at Swiss Chalet with my two chosen sisters. Also on the menu was the TG special that included stuffing, cran sauce, and pie, lots of laughter, a surprise (for them) as I ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio to share, then a bit of fresh air and mischievous sunshine hiding behind thick clouds as we waited for our rides.

The moral of the story is that I came home and discovered wonderful vision. Unable to isolate the exact trigger, I guess it just has to be … ALL of them! So I used the sight to watch last week's church service and then did a quick recap and posted it. Just before I did, my right knee began to scream at me from cold. Sigh. After that, I watched a Jeopardy! rerun, lying in bed for a titch. I've taken my pain pills - as the wine eventually leeched out its analgesic properties.

Time to go to bed. The extra dinner I ordered to go is tucked away in my fridge - just enough room - so I have yummies to anticipate on the holiday Monday. What I'm not anticipating is having to use the front door tomorrow as apparently leaving this morning I pulled it out of alignment just by opening it. Talk about wonky!
Yet, now (and earlier this afternoon) I writhe in agony. Talk about highs and lows. So, yes, the compliments. Today was our Music Director's last day at church. The place (from the sounds of it) seemed packed. There were so many opportunities to heap praise on Diane from many quarters. Then she ascended the dais for the Call for Offering during which she mentioned how important words were and she was thanking the one person ("You know who you are") for them. Huh? Did she mean me? I approached her after the end of a very emotional 105-minute service, just a titch longer than our standard. I was all choked up with tears in my eyes when she confirmed it and said she'd continue to read my reviews from time to time. After that, I had to scurry because my ride was imminent, so I couldn't partake of the vanilla and chocolate cake (even though she offered to get me some). Though I can't remember what she said to me personally, as soon as I've watched the service, I'm going to transcribe her words so I can treasure them forever.

I floated home in a euphoric haze. I'd also told Rev. Deana that she nearly broke my brain with last week's Lesson. And then I got down to business and wrote my review. After that, I was seized by spasms again, so I reached for a couple more pills. Good thing church-John had brought me a big bag of supplements this morning. Ash was back after her whirlwind trip to NYC. I asked her whether she could order me the three DVDs I really wanted and she did it right from her phone before service!

SuM and S. left not long after I'd come home. There were off to see Cirque de Soleil, so I'm sure they had a wonderful time. After I'd posted to FB, I crawled into bed and watched last night's SNL, the season premiere. Naturally, the whole impeachment thing was a high (low) light. And, then, I dozed off, only to wake to - ugh - pain. And I nearly forgot that pain had woken me up at 5:05 a.m. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

Now I think I'm going to contribute my wit and wisdom (LoL) to Savage Love. After that, bed, as the plumber is coming tomorrow morning. Joy, not; progress, yes.
Mmm. I could go for a loop of those. It began with a leisurely wakeup after 9. Not extravagant, but not too shabby either. I quickly talked myself out of doing laundry as it was just small stuff. OTOH, I don't have access to my closet, so I'm probably wearing my fall coat (hiss, boo) to church tomorrow if I'm only wearing my capelet over my jumper which means bare arms. I may even add winter (though sleek) gloves.

Speaking of church, I finally watched last week's service, really dug the music, and wrote my shortish summary, posting it on FB around 4 p.m. Yay for me. I rewarded myself with onion soup for dinner, pouring the rest of my white wine into the hot soup.

And, speaking of FB, apparently many of my (especially) female friends are raving over today's win in the U.S. Open by a Canadian woman. Hence the proud placard: She The North. Hey, it worked when the Raptors won the NBA title, proclaiming We The North.

I also watched a titch of TV and was mid rereading this month's book club selection when my loan expired. So I'll have to wait not too long to get the book back. And that was my tortoise-like day. Time to crawl back into my shell and have a nice sleep.
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