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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Mildly amusing.

Apparently if you have a blog post with checkbook in the title, you attract spammers from Haiti who want your help. Thankfully, your intrepid heroine [wonder if that word will attract illiterate spamming drug dealers?] has comment moderation enabled. A pain in the patoot for all you law-abiding folks, but wonderfully conducive to keeping this blog a happy place to be.

In less amusing news, I came home early from work yesterday. We had a three-hour staff meeting, which might just hold the all-time record since I went to work there. And for some reason that conference room, in which you normally could hang meat, was stuffy and overheated. Or maybe I had a fever. I don’t know. [I’m a little warm as I write this, mid-evening on Thursday night, when I normally would be serving in the temple. I called in sick, attempted to find a substitute, and went to bed for two hours after downing a generic Claritin. I am waiting 23 minutes until it’s time for my next Mucinex. My first stop, once I got to Fort Worth, was at the pharmacy, to talk with the pharmacist, who reassured me that I could take both. So I am.]

I am really bummed that I did not get to serve at the temple on a night when two of my kids (kid+spouse) were going to be there. That would have been so much [exceedingly reverent] fun. And now we are going to have to wait for another opportunity to see if 1BDH + me in the temple = lightning strike.

I ate a lot more grapes than I ordinarily would have, after I awoke from my nap. It wasn’t much of a day for real food. Was back in bed by 9:00 or so, up again a little before 2:00 this morning. We are learning the 9th Article of Faith in Primary, by singing a musical arrangement of it. That melody was playing in my head as I woke. Not a bad thing to have running through the back of your mind, and one more testimony of how important it is to put good things in there, because you never know when they are going to crop up. Or you might need them.

I am powerfully thirsty, this dark-thirty morning. I think I will refill my glass of water, eat some cherries, and go back to bed. More later?

It’s later. The sun just woke up, and so did I. Called in sick. Peeling clementines for breakfast. Heading to the couch shortly, to knit a row or two, and then, probably, back to bed. Almost time for the next dose of Mucinex.

I just want to be well for tomorrow and so that I will be fit to teach on Sunday.

Bleahhhh.

2 comments:

Rorek said...

Perhaps the falling ill IS the lightning strike. Just sayin'.

AlisonH said...

Take good care of yourself. And as an immunocompromised person, thank you for not going when you were contagious; I wish more people were that thoughtful of others.