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( Dec. 25th, 2020 10:20 pm)
Oops. Sorry, I nodded off there - quite often today. Well, considering I had eggnog with sprinkles and a couple of shortbread cookies for brekkie, it's no wonder I had an extended nap in the afternoon, waking up shortly before our movie night was supposed to begin.

Last night, I watched this week's epi of Disco which was very weird and troubling. This morning, I opened my two gifts from SuM and S. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised they gave me two boxes of chocolates, each from a different ::adopts a snooty tone:: "chocolatier"; the second box is actually a dessert selection.

Anyway, I took my pills and joined then shortly after 7. They served pumpkin pie with whipped cream and tea. This movie was called "Holiday Season" with Drew Barrymore; it seemed to deal with the conflict extremely quickly so it could tie up all the ends in a big fake bow! Oh, well, at least the pie was really good.

Earlier in the day, I'd sent out oodles of emails to friends and chsen family. That was nice.

Anyway, I'm going to try to watch tonight's news if I can stay awake. Merry weird Christmas to all.
With that intro, you may be sure that I did little decorating, other than putting the summer flowers into storage and removing the lovely scarves from the bathroom door. Well, there's always tomorrow.

First, I had to be dressed to wait for my food delivery because I was expecting my surprise gift bag. Oh, it certainly contained surprises. I'll post separately of the contents. The delivery volunteer was even wearing a hat - I presume Santa's as I couldn't see, and she was definitely jovial.

After that, I had to wait for Brian to arrive with his delivery of goodies. I had the phone turned off, but managed to intercept a call from my former group's co-leader who was calling to wish me a happy Christmas. And then Brian showed up. He's so silly. He threw in items from his pantry, as well as a "sliced" loaf of round bread, four bagels, cookies, and his special Newfie snowballs.

After he left, I had to send my thank you email to the meals administrator, thanking her for her thoughtfulness in a year when it must have been much more difficult to secure donations on behalf of all of their clients.

I'd changed my mind about having a movie night tonight, so joined SuM and S. at 7, bringing treats with me. We exchanged gifties, nibbled on Brian's baked goods, and drank peppermint tea while watching "Ma Raimey's Black Bottom". After the sugar rush (the cookies had been my supper), I bonelessly returned to my space, to relax and watch TV.

I'm so ready to slide into bed, with not only decorating but also all my planned emails to friends. ::waves hand languidly:: Nighty-night.
Because the universe felt free to taunt me. Sigh. As I'd finally gone to bed around 3:30, I'd missed my invisible window of opportunity to fall sleep. Instead I felt my muscles flutter in time to my pulse. Not completely painful, but unpleasant. Sigh, again.

I finally crawled to the edge of the bed and spent a few hours reading FB on my phone. That was useful as it sharpened my colour acuity, a very good thing. I had juice, chocolate and took my pills. I noticed I'd missed a phone call from Brian yesterday afternoon. I never heard the exotic SG-1 melody. ::pouts:: He'd left me a message, so I texted him. I'd also received a text from my sis RS, so I sent her an email. I'll have to send my other sis Jan a text tomorrow.

And then I crawled into bed where I finally dozed off, waking exactly at 4, just in time for my next round of Robax! In the interim I'd received a Thanksgiving email from "Auntie" Marilyn. I'll email her back tomorrow. Even though I really needed the sleep, my vision degraded to blurry white on snowy charcoal. Oh, well. I watched tons of recorded TV

My gratitude for the day? I'd run out of sea salt when I finally ate after 4 … so I finally opened the grinder duo I received as part of my gifts from the meals provider. Yay, I can haz flavour again. I'll send another thank you to the admin on Monday. And, now, it's almost time for a Coke, more chockies, and … pills.
At least the day started out funny. My phone alarm gives the weather forecast, too. When I woke up at 9, I was thrilled to hear that it would be 62! Um … blondie, it's not early spring. It's actually a bit cool.

I had an unexpected delivery of several gifts accompanying my meal delivery. In a canvas bag was a book of word puzzles, a granola bar, a lip balm, disposable masks, hand sanitizer, a pretty quilted double-sided mask (that matches one of my placemats) by the quilting guild, and a card I can't read. But it all made me feel better.

I as also pleased to hear that SuM and S. will actually take their shortened trip, leaving tomorrow, so I will get to be a cat mommy and get and give lots of cuddles. Awww.

Knowing the house would be empty and the weather semi-decent, I immediately emailed Brian who's agreed to either tomorrow or Thursday to visit me for another dinner on the back deck.

So, with all that positivity, what could bring me down? Alas, we had a depressing Exec meeting via Zoom. We continue to cancel events. Now I have to get my coins rolled for our postponed collection event and get them changed into bills that I can submit via eTransfer. Sigh.

Anyway, after that I watched my TV shows. Finally, there was the depressing news the Raptors lost - badly - last night. Okay, kid, you'd better find some uplifting stories to read before bed!
It was endlessly so today. Woke up at 7 and laundered the bath mats. Had no idea when SuM and S would make it home from their vacay. At least I finally went through the mail and found "I" had mail in the pile. It was yet another affirming card from Marilyn, including Buddha's instruction to not fear turning the page to the next chapter of our lives. Oops - I now have TWO cards to acknowledge.

They returned mid-afternoon along with the menagerie of cats. Naturally, Ce-Ce was trying to invade my space. And speaking of "invasion". well, let's do the math: 3 women and only 1 functional bathroom, namely mine.

So, back to the pain. It was so severe, but paradoxically my vision improved over the evening and now it's excellent! Sigh. I watched my meagre ration of Saturday's TV offerings and otherwise just stayed in bed trying to find a comfortable position. None was forthcoming. Sigh again. Just about to take my pills and hope for the best.
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.
Okay, let's get serious. These old broken feets aren't going to be tripping the light fantastic. But, after my oh-so-needed pedicure, I could have … er … danced all night!

I set off for the mall at 11, wearing a fce mask for the first time. It wasn't too horrible, as long as I didn't exhale through my mouth. I was really early but that was okay. Right now, I have pretty silver toenails with sparkles on top. Why do you ask about my age?

After that, I picked up some supplements and powder at the drugstore. Ha! It'll be a long time before I wear powder in the sweltering heat. I only had shiny eyeshadow and black mascara on. Not even lipshine because I didn't want the inside of the mask to get goopy.

My final stop was the supermarket and it was almost a disaster. Why? Because they moved all sorts of things around. I bought salad fixings, grapes, yogurt (hve no idea what flavour). buns and cheddar slices. And grapes. Abd then gad to wait a very long time for my bus but it was early. The driver carried my tote in and when we reached home, Things are ly weird; because of social distancing, there can be only one client at a time, so he rushes around making multiple trips.

When I got it, I collapsed. Drank lots of water. I'm really happy for the distraction of summer repeats of some shows. Watched Bull and Young Sheldon (one of my fave Trek-inspired epis). Right now, I'm wearing a champagne lace and satin nightie I haven't worn for nearly two decades; but, when you need to do laundry, just about everything is acceptable. What is not acceptable is having lousy sight tonight (gee, it had been terrific at 5 this morning). But I'm till trying to read my latest library book.

Finally, I was surprised to receive another beautiful card from my fairy godmother Marilyn. It included Kilmer's famous Tree poem. I think I'll send her a snippet of the Reversebang story I wroke that referred to it. Uh … tomorrow.
Well, on wht I still call Dominion Day (long degraded into lacklustre Canada Day or - in Quebec - Moving Day), I had two naps instead of one. Woo-hoo!

I was feeling wordy, so I sent a long response to a reader who really enjoyed one of my recent stories; I also finally got in touch with one of my oldest church friends who always sends out animated cards. He'd sent me a delightful b-day card and today there was a Canada Day card. Though I couldn't really see what was happening, I loved the rendition of the national anthem.

And that was basically it. I'd had a decent 6 hours of sleep overnight without pain (though I can feel my muscles clenching and will be relieved to take my pills soon). Watched a titch of TV (including one of Jeopardy! James's spectacular wins) and received a pleading email from the meals admin. So I'm considering giving in to the publicity photo … as long as it is taken from my right side! Even better if I can approve it before they run it. I'll email her tomorrow.

And that's a wrap.
It's just too sad that I can't tell what they've done lately. Who? What? Why? Well, Marilyn (whom I'm officially adopting as my fairy godmother!) sent me another card today. What was in it? I can't tell because my sight ALL DAY was pathetic. Even my fancy electronic magnifier was of no use. So I'll try to read it tomorrow and then send her a(nother) Thank you.

Despite the lack of cooperation from my eyeball, I luxuriated in the ability to sleep all the way to 8:28. But the lack of decent vision restricted the time I spent on the computer (or reading FB on my phone). So I nodded off in the morning and then watched TV in the evening.

I think I have to sign off now as everything is getting fuzzier and fuzzier (even if it's the colour of watery lemonade). Boo, hiss!
After yesterday's feeling dejected and isolated, I woke up to a brand new day that blossomed in many unexpected ways.

First of all, S. was going shopping, so I gave her my extensive and off-beat grocery list. I wanted to satisfy my newest craving for celery! Then, I called Peter (the leader of the book club) and we had a 50-minute discussion about yesterday's book. I really enjoyed our wordy interaction.

When S. returned bearing many food goodies, she also brought in the mail. I had two pieces: the first was totally unexpected, namely two brownies along with a gift card sent by one of my oldest church friends. Let's just call her my newest fairy godmother - since my last two FGs are living in New Zealand. The second (expected) package was the free face mask from my blind group. It is so beautiful, with flowers on an ivory background reversing to a pattern against a dark colour. The only weird thing is that I'll have to fumble with four long ties. I guess I'd better start practising.

The only downer to my day was forgetting to take my Robax at 4. I didn't gulp them down until 6. My body so did not like my tardiness. Yeah, yeah, I get it already. Stick to the schedule.

The rest of the day was spent reading another library book, lying in bed, and reading. I also sent a heartfelt thank-you email to my FG!
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.
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.
That's the kind of day it was. Up and down like a seesaw, I'm feeling seasick! First of all, it didn't help that I opened my eyes at 4:33. Managed to stay in bed until 5:55, then got up. At least it was a very warm morning and sunny. Yay. Got to church at 9:45. It was a special service to end Black History Month, with one of our special choirs whose members are from the Caribbean and Africa. I don't think the neighbourhood was used to the lively nature of the singing! Our guest "preacher" was a human rights lawyer from Jamaica and a friend of mine. He also was co-Consecrator at Communion. I didn't get a chance to talk to him, but did to his husband who has a busy and complicated clerical history (in three denominations). I mentioned that the two of them had now shared two new things: preaching and consecrating.

After church, I waited until 1 to take pills. I wasn't picked up until around 1:50. At least I scored a water bottle in our recycling station (which I didn't even know existed). I asked SuM to toss it in the dishwasher. I also met SuM's sister who's come to visit for a few days.

Spent the afternoon reading, then watched yesterday's game show repeats. The SNL was a repeat, so didn't bother. Tried to catch up on old posts on Slog and added comments. There wasn't too much classical music on the French station but right now I'm revelling in Symphony #1 in C by Brahms (which was used extensively in a movie (title ??? from "Aimez-vous Brahms?" by Francoise Sagan) starring Ingrid Bergman and Anthony Hopkins from the early 60s. It's amazing to see how self-deprecating a woman could be, settling for an older lover who neglected her rather than accept the love of a ::horrors:: younger man!

Okay, the symphony is nearly ended and I'm taking my pills. Ahhhhh.
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.
But, first, the best news: I slept until 10:24. It was … delicious. Finally got around to making my lamb in the slow cooker after brekkie. I was left with scratching my head, wondering whether lupini beans were excavated a long, loooong time ago. Because, even after one hour on high and 4-5 hours on low, the beans were still not cooked properly. But everything else was tasty.

I broke up an afternoon of pain by lying in bed, watching my TV shows, then sitting in front of the computer for the webcast from the 15th so I could begin writing about it. I have most of it written but just don't have the energy to finish and post. So, yeah, tomorrow. After that, the two final ones which may have to wait until January 1. But, considering the fact that I'm forcing myself to write through the pain, I'm certainly not berating myself.

Received a visit from SuM in the early evening. She announced she had |"treats" and she did. She'd done some baking and gave me a small gold tin of her cookies. Yum. I told her how delish the cranberry chutney was. Too bad she hadn't bought any for herself.

Anyway, I've just taken my pills. I still need to pour off the liquid from the lamb and soak the pot. Nighty-night, all.
Especially not with evil spasms. I tried to go back to sleep, but finally gave up before 6. The only good thing was tat having an earlier brekkie meant I could take my pills sooner. And it hadn't begun to rain yet; expected around 11, but I'd be at church way before then.

Today we had Jammies and Jeans Sunday, a very informal service. Though I wasn't wearing either (I don't do jeans and my black satin gowns are too cold and don't match my black rubber ankle booties, lol), I wore two of my prized gifts (the sparkly pale blue shawl from Bangladesh and a carved camel pendant beneath smaller camels from Egypt). Rev. Jeff wore a hoodie over a 17-year old sweater and Rev. Deana apparently wore a long striped nightshirt. Some of our more outrageous male congregants wore nightgowns and complained how cold the wooden pews were! I'll have to wait to see the webcast.

I asked Ash and church-John whether they'd like to formally celebrate their birthdays next Sunday after church at a casual but upscale French place in the village. They agreed. Yay. C-J also told me there's a trick with the flying pig. If you suspend it, you have to put the painted wings upside down so they'll be seen from below. Ah - clever.

The cats didn't have long to wait for lunch when I got home. After that, I was already under attack from pain, so crawled into bed and tried to nap. Sorta did. When I woke up, it was time to feed them dinner. And guess who showed up three minutes later? Yup, SuM and S. I didn't know when they'd be back. I guess they thought they'd better get home before dropping temps made the highways more slippery.

I postponed making the lamb until tomorrow morning. I put my mind to work, deciding to replace the missing root veggies with a can of chickpeas and a can of lupini (hoping 6 hours will finally soften this unusual bean). And I settled down to write my review of the December 8th service. Posted it (it was about half my usual length). Rev. Jeff liked it!

On such a topsy-turvy day, I finally had lunch at 11:10 p.m. ::rolls eyes:: Okay, blondie, take your pills and Go. To. Bed!
Accurate colour perception and crisp colour contrasts right from the moment I woke up (at 8:16). Yes, Merry Christmas to me! Well, except for the fact that I was in pain, so could ONLY tolerate cookies for brekkie.

The second-best prezzie: an adorable flying pig from church-John along with a story of how she starred in one of the stories he used to tell his pupils when he was teaching (something about the little piggy befriending an eagle). There was also a mama pig with what I thought was ribbons along her side. Well, I had vision, but not that much. So, natch, I sent him a thank-you email which is how I found out about the teaching connection.

After that, I was back in bed, trying to stave off the pain. I dozed off and had a weird dream which, IIRC, contained c-J and later S. who was being very inconsiderate in the dream (she is anything but). I delayed dinner until around 5 when I had roast chicken which I accompanied with several spoons of the cranberry chutney which SuM and S. had brought back from the cranberry bog and I'd saved. Oooooooh, it was so subtle and scrumptious!

I still had my sight after dinner, but the pain prevented me from sitting at the computer and reading. Sigh. So, it was back to bed (which was the coziest place to be) and watching my recorded daytime TV shows.

Now I'm enjoying macadamia nut chocolate clusters while I'm back to fuzzy vision. Well, it was a treat while it lastest. Hoping everyone had a good day.
Yes, I'm talking about pain. It woke me up at 5:55. I tried to ignore it, but finally climbed out of bed at 6:35. The only benefit (?) is that I had decent sight that lasted nearly the entire day. So I placed my grocery order. Only took me 2.5 hours and I still forgot to order eggnog (so had to revise later in the day).

Exchanged goodies with SuM and S in the morning while I waiting for my meal delivery. I gave them the fancy cookies (which will come in handy as they're entertaining a lot) and they gave me a bottle of cranberry wine (!) from the bog they visited in the summer. I can't wait to try it.

While waiting, I was also very surprised to have a cat jump up on the sectional and get close to me. Well, imagine that. It was Bast who's finally becoming comfortable around me. Only took a couple of years, but better than no change. Grumpy must have been feeling stronger as he was back on his heated pad on the couch.

Unfortunately, the pain was far too persistent. I waited until around 5 to take more Robax and chased it down with two minced tarts and whipped cream. I think the tarts worked their magic more than the meds! Anyway, that was my official Christmas Eve supper as I then returned to bed to watch my daily programs and doze off occasionally.

I've been checking FB and seeing all my friends who've posted from the church service at Roy Thomson Hall. I'll get to see the webcast … eventually. But, in the meantime, it's time for meds and perhaps some cookies!
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( Dec. 24th, 2019 11:02 pm)
I may have had to wait until around 12:15 for my meals delivery, but that was bearable as I got my bag of meals AND a large gift bag of treats. I'm always intrigued to see what each year's selection holds. I uncovered:
-the requisite double-sided quilted placemat
-two different baggies of assorted cookies and baked treats
-tetra-pak of juice
-jar of honey
-miniature breadsticks (?)
-apple cinnamon tea
-piece of glazed fruitcake
-flavoured (prob. cinnamon) breath mints
-one salt grinder
-one pepper grinder

So, definitely, all yummy!
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