Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

Nope, no work was even attempted today. I just felt too dizzy. I'm wondering if it's the changing season as well. I'd already intended to text RS but she beat me to it. However, after giving her a short (sad) summary, I haven't heard back from her.

I entertained myself in the morning by watching last night's Castle (weird) and The Blacklist (almost gruesome). I really need to find an epi guide to The Blacklist which may fill in the blanks for the parts I'm missing because I can't see. It would help a lot.

In the last afternoon, I watched the bonus material from the S3 Little Britain set. Ah, it was really nice to see Anthony Head (looking much less sun-wind-wrinkle-skin-damaged than usual, though I guess it could have been TV show makeup) on a talk show celebrating the series. Right now, I'm just ending up my day by reading ... something to try to calm me and distract me. Yup, gotta stay hopeful, she says plaintively.

Not to mention that I resented putting on wee fishnet anklets to wear with my sandals, just in case the rain was heavy. Still, my bus was early and, after picking up the same group as two weeks ago, stopped to pick up a friend also on the way to church, so it was good to chat.

It was Emergency Services Appreciation Sunday, so we had a Police Piper start off the service, with at least three pews of people we were honouring. One of them was the first lesbian police chief of a small town in south-west Ontario. Wow! Brent preached about The Flood and I got an easy communion blessing out of it. I served two police people.

After church I didn't have long to wait for my cab - a good thing as it was disgusting outside. It might not have been raining, but it certainly didn't get to the forecast high of 74F. I was just relieved to get home. I was anxious all afternoon and semi-dozed, but there was no e-mail or text message. ::sighs:: OTOH, there was a FB message from an old friend now living in Vancouver who is/was my M-I-L. He thought I looked terrific on the webcast. Methinks he's paying far too much attention to me or what I'm wearing. But he cheered me up immensely.

In the evening I watched several more S2 epis of Little Britain. And now I don't know what to do with myself. If I can't find anything, I might as well write. At least I think I've found something that should fit the character.

And feeling really cold (so I wore my turtleneck sweater most of the day). But, then, it's a combination of both emotional and physical anxiety from yesterday. Waking up around 6 didn't do much for my internal thermostat either.

I rewatched the second epi of this season's N.C.I.S. Just as well, since I'd been confused. And it's almost impossible for me to see anything when there's a night-time ambush. Beyond that, it was really sad to witness the end of a relationship ... also awkward.

In the evening, I continued with the last epi of S1 of Little Britain and watched most of the bonus material. Trivia fact: I wasn't aware that the show had been on radio first until they transitioned it (quite a lot of work when you think about it) into a TV series.

I'm also feeling cheered up by Brent's reply to my e-mail of thanks. It's very comforting when one can have a more personal relationship with one of the most prominent theological rebels anywhere.

Anyway, I'm going to read for a wee bit, and then I really need to snuggle with some piggies.

Or into the uncharted territory under my bed. ::sighs:: When I thought my meals were being delivered, I skidded and my left slipper went astray. Haven't found it yet. ::sighs again:: The meals didn't arrive until after noon, so I was a trifle impatient. And really feeling cold.

For entertainment, I watched the special season opener for Battle of the Blades, a fabulously unique Canadian figure skating competition that pairs ice hockey stars with figure skaters. Though I didn't know of its existence for S1-2, I watched all of S3 two years ago and am thrilled the show's back for S4. I watched the 90 minute special on the CBC's website and, for some strange reason, the streaming improved closer to 6 p.m. Weird.

I also watched the season opener of N.C.I.S. for a second time. I'm still confused, but that's nothing new.

I finished off my viewing with more of the S1 bonus material of Little Britain. And, now, I'm just coasting until I get sleepy.

The only good thing is that I slept naturally until about 8:30. Wow. I wonder if it's because it's cooler outside (though I'm shivering now). Unfortunately, that was just about the only positive effect because I was in just too much pain to be able to think straight. So my e-mail thinking and writing were nonexistent. ::sighs again::

At least in the evening, I knelt on the bed to peruse my DVD collection. I rejected a couple of movies and thought I'd rewatch S1 of Little Britain. Only one problem: All of the episodes were unfamiliar, so I wonder if I'd only watched the bonus features because I thought I'd already seen the epis on local TV. I was wrong and delighted to have some outrageous entertainment. And it's always a pleasure to see Tony Head as a dashing PM.

Now I think I'll just read for a wee bit and then go back to sleep. I really must send my e-mails tomorrow. ::haz a stern talk with body::

Back to the past: I have some lovely memories of Sunday. It was nice to be picked up by church-John, but I really should have taken him up on his offer of a hot drink or donut while we were on our way. Why? Well, he was on duty (counting the offering) but completely forgot about it at the time he should be slipping away. So I reminded him. ::giggles:: I'm such a helpful sort!

As this was the first Sunday after RTH, Brent was on vacation; so Rev. Tony (who's from the MCC in San Diego) both presided and preached. Well, now I know his official height: 6'6”. No wonder I feel like a shrimp next to him, but at least I'm not the only one. And – yes – he played basketball, too. He challenged us to embrace radical hospitality and, as my ride wasn't until 1, I did venture into the social hall. Gee, all I managed to snag was one cookie. It was nice to get a compliment on fb later about how sparkly I looked. Awww.

Yesterday evening, I feasted on rye bread, cream cheese, red onion, English cuke and, oh yes, smoked salmon. I ate as I wrote, but didn't have my rye'n'ginger until I was done with the writing. Hey, I know what I'm like when I'm loopy, and my writing/thinking really suffers. Brian texted me at 12:15 a.m., to wish me a happy new year. I tried to text “Giggle snort” in return but the autocorrect gave me “sober”, so I left it in, lol. There were a few fireworks, but I think it was just way too cold for silly people to be outdoors.

This morning, I reveled in the luxury of sleeping in until 10 a.m. Mmmmm. Of course my eating pattern was thrown off. I watched another two epis of S2 Glee and was intrigued to see the Jukebox feature as an extra. I think if I were going to use it, then I'd shut the monitor off and just listen to the music. Still a fun idea!

I've had a mini-nap and a smoked-salmon-less version of open-faced veggie/cream cheese sandwiches. Tastes good but so not the same. And I'm having an inadvertently strong rye'n'ginger. Woo-hoo! Do I dare watch anything ... or will I forget it? Oooh, I know what might be suitable: Little Britain because it's too outrageous to forget. Smashing idea, eh?