Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

Oh, my aching ... everywhere, but especially the lower back, because naturally I aggravated everything with a huge bout of spring cleaning, etc. At least my bod was adequately refreshed from all the water I'd consumed last night. Even though I was so ... saturated, I didn't even need to heed the scream of biology and slept all the way to 8:24 - before the garbage truck came rumbling by.

After I finished killing myself, I went back to bed and tried to read, but one of my new books is just not doing it for me. Or else I was just frazzled. Managed to stay awake for the news tonight and was tickled pink that I subconsciously got Final Jeopardy! correct. Who knew I'd click on "Treasure Island"? Thank you, subconscious.

I'm even more thrilled to have received an email from church-John. He got us tickets to "Come From Away" for the Saturday matinée (I believe it's the Thanksgiving weekend) in October. The seats are in Row K which I guess I'll have to live with (using my monocular). OTOH, it's not as if there's a lot of acting that needs to be followed. I've also seen so many clips and heard the music from the musical that I don't think I'll be lost. But, again, squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

Okay, blondie, time to take your painkillers sooner rather than later and go to bed. You have lots of laundry to do tomorrow. ::pouts::

... while I stay up watching last night's Glee. Um ... would RM like to 'splain why Finn had to become that stupid? Oy. And thank TPTB that Rachel was strongly urged not to be a copycat - in musical terms. But, otherwise, it was a pile of lumpy mashed 'taters IMO.

Then, this morning (after a few hours of sleep), I rewatched Vegas a second time. Yes, there were all sorts of stupid aspects to that particular AU, but the musical score (minus all that ::shudders:: country stuff) was subdued but still infused with feeling.

In the afternoon I was scrambling to get stuff done, including washing my hair (which is a chore). As I'm out of shampoo, I used my 3-in-1 body wash that I've finally figured out must be Pina Colada from the subtle pineapple and coconut aromas ('cuz I can't read the flavours on the bottle, not even with my magnifier).

I had a most unsatisfactory call to my GP's office where I can drop off the application with no guarantee she'll even look at it while I wait a couple of hours, though it's just missing her signature on the last page. ::growls in fury:: I tried booking my rides for Tuesday and, predictably, I'm on the waiting list. ::growls again:: It's a good thing I had at least one encounter with efficient bureaucracy in the form of my meals provider, especially as my fave (and presumably only male) CSR took care of my order. And I replied to my second fave deacon about possible housing. Ha! I introduced him to reality where, alas, bureaucracy rules.

I had a delightful lunch, pouring a liberal amount of balsamic vinegar over chopped avocado with a sprinkling of salt (thanks to John's example). No wonder I was in blissed-out nap mode for nearly two hours. Now I think I'm going to stay up to write my thoughts on Vegas for sga_squee. I don't think it'll take the usual couple of hours this time.

And that's a wrap for me. Restful weekend to all. I'll eventually make it to bed in my lovely leopard-print two-piece. Note to self: try to drag out the leopard print sheet set tomorrow. Must match!

First, I stayed up reading until 3:09 a.m. (well, it was a story of about 89K words). Ack. And then I couldn't just turn the light out; I needed to change my brain waves, so played a wee bit of Solitaire on my phone until 3:30. What I hadn't expected was to wake up before 8:00. So. Not. Fair.

My SGA immersion continued with my review of the SGA episode Infection for sga_squee. Hmmm, if I didn't like this week's epi, I'm sure I'll loathe next week's. ::sighs:: I also got in on a Savage Love conversation about a breathless young thing dating her Engineering Prof. Oh, Lord, deliver me from brainless people!

I finally caught up on last night's sleep with a late afternoon nap. It helped, though I still feel wonky. Or is that normal for me? But I'm pleased to report that I've chosen my outfit for church tomorrow, brightening up the black with a summery red and white scarf. So, as I'm on duty, I really, really should toddle off to bed. Like NOW.

Only one problem. I don't have ANY cake. So what do I do? Well, reading SLOG this evening, I come upon a sweet article by Dan Savage where he's threatened the foundations of traditional marriage by baking a bundt cake for the family next door, where the dad (who's a fabulous baker) just had surgery. So Dan didn't want the mom and four kids to be without yummy baked treats. Anyway, in my comment I asked Dan if he'd bake me a cake and send it to Canada? ::giggles with glee::

In other silly news, why did I wake up before 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning? No wonder I have a headache. At least I managed to get all my comments in to sga_squee regarding The Prodigal. I find it intriguing that I can come up with fresh insights during the rewatch of episodes I haven't watched for years. ::pats self on back for exercising my brain::

Unfortunately, the brain exercise contributed to my headache and a nap didn't clear it. So I may be a grumpy camper at church tomorrow which is not of the good, especially as I'm on duty. Okay, universe, please make the pain go far, far away.

Well, not EVERYTHING was so la-la-laaaaaa. Last night, while playing Sillitaire, I did doze off and woke up a couple of hours later, pinned with terror from a tiny nightmare. ( avoid the violent details, here )

After that, I did end up waking up rather early, before 7. In the morning, I ordered my meals - two weeks' worth - and then watched tonight's episode (Outsiders) for sga_squee. I'll be posting once I'm done writing.

Otherwise, I fought with my hair as I dried it with my blowdryer. It's getting long, but I think I want to keep growing it. And, because of the miserable weather and the fragile state of my bones preventing me from going shopping, I ended up really scrambling to find food for the weekend in the cupboard. I soaked two cups of chickpeas and cooked them up in the afternoon. Then I added the remainder of my Polish pickled cucumber salad. Well, it'll be ... interesting. After a wee tot of Bailey's Irish Cream on ice, I had an equally wee nap. But I'm up now, trying not to cough.

Anyway, I'd better post this. DW is doing a code push at midnight, so I don't want to have my pwecious post lost in translation. Or something. ::coughs for not emphasis, but for real::

I sure hope so, since I need the emotional boost. Up without any alarm shortly after 7. It was cold and windy again today. Me SO no like. I worked on my SGA review until about 11 a.m. Whoa! Going through the transcript takes long, especially when the episode is crammed with dialogue and action. So that was the half that I did get done.

What didn't I do? Well I didn't phone a stranger to ask for a favour. This was set up by a friend a long time ago, but I haven't called until now because I've been stubborn. Yes, me! But it wasn't just hesitation and a weird shyness on my part. I was feeling so cold, I huddled for hours in the afternoon underneath the covers. And for some equally weird reason, the back of my right hand has a sharp ache, as if there were an IV inserted. Yes, I know my body is weird, but this is getting tiring. ::sighs::

I had a wee nap in the evening and have just finished posting my review of The Lost Tribe on sga_squee. Well, I still have my summary to do, but I can take my time. I think I'll get back to reading SLOG where I posted earlier but there's always something worthy of MY attention and comment. ::giggles:: I love it when my self-worth in certain aspects is sky-high. [I must be emulating Rodney McKay!]

Alas, I can't take on continental weather patterns. ::sighs:: I got a positive response from RS this morning about getting together (yay), but only cancellation news from that baby brother of mine for tonight's birthday dinner. So, we'll go next week. He's trying to sweeten the pot by saying he has a coupon for free appetizers. ::considers and accepts:: Actually, the delay should give me more time to finish his birthday fic (and to find the artwork which was created before he switched me to Linux, so I can't find it now, 'cuz ... blind).

So we had stupid snow and the odd sound of thunder several times during the day. I got phone calls about medical updates. First, my GP finished the form, so I'm hoping I can pick it up next Wednesday (universe, please get me downtown); and I got a call from the Fracture Clinic at the hospital where I had my surgery in 2011. Wow, that was fast (though why did it have to be the religious hospital again?). I've set an appointment for the second Wednesday in March. They only see people on Wednesdays and I could be there anywhere from one to three hours. Better make sure my phone is fully charged.

I just finished participating in this week's sga_squee. I submitted 7 comments on Tracker, an episode I generally loathed. ::rolls eyes:: But I managed to get through it. ::pats self on back:: I think I shall reward myself with a wee bit of dark chocolate with almonds. And ginger ale.

With extra special FX of coughing and not breathing. ::groans:: So I got up and read for a couple of hours, then took the chance that I might fall asleep again. Yes, I'm so optimistic. But I actually did and didn't wake up until noon. Hey, just in time for brunch!

I finally got around to doing my review of Whispers for sga_squee - one of the most loathsome SGA episodes ever, IMO (considering the military commander becomes a pimp at the end, wouldn't you agree?). Ugh-ugh-ugh. Okay, time to scrub that episode out of my brain. I noticed my fave deacon left a comment on FB, so I e-mailed her. She's been away from church for months, with new health problems. Can I shake my fist at the universe for doing bad things to good people. Yeah, I wish. I also left two minor comments on Savage Love. Otherwise, it was a quiet SLOG day.

While waiting for the phone call confirming my rides, I lay in bed and dozed off. Well, I had to get off my sore butt. And I think I'm going to take some Neo-Citran before bed and hope it works. Otherwise, I think I'd better wrap this up and go look at clothes. Even perhaps choose some for church. Yes, I'm just a card! Hint: Queen of Diamonds!

Well, you'd be too if you slept in until 11. ::sighs and stretches in sybaritic delight - well, virtually, because ain't no real body stretchin' going on IRL::

It's just too bad it was so dark and rainy, but it was warm out. So that was good too and means most of the snow should be melted.

I watched tonight's sga_squee rewatch epi, namely Ghost in the Machine and am working on my review. I'm hoping to post it tonight so it's not hanging over my head. I also watched an epi of Glee, so have only three to end S2. Brian texted me this morning to say that S1 has already been shipped to him. Ain't online shopping just grand?

Okay, I guess I'd better return to busy Canadian beaverdom. ::snickers and scampers merrily away, once again in a virtual reality::

Even considering that I slept in until around 9. Yummy sleep! I finally posted my comments (4 rather short ones) for the rewatch of Broken Ties on sga_squee.

I was amused to receive a formal thank you from the deacon who'd organized Christmas Day dinner. She mentioned me by my legal name which came as a surprise. I had another e-mail from Rob and also texted Church-John about being picked up tomorrow for church. It's been divine having a personal ride, but my routine will be back to normal by next Sunday. The rest of my day included NO dwinkie and a passable nap.

My stuff is laid out for tomorrow morning, so I'm going back to reading McShep. It's always my go-to remedy for sweet dreams.