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It should go without saying (but I will) that life is a lot better when I'm not in pain and get a decent night's sleep. As I did last night, waking up at the nearly-sybaritic time of 7:25. Yes, indeed.
Had a leisurely early morning even though I didn't have brekkie (didn't care for the lonely selection in my freezer). So I had a lemon tart instead! Waited for my meals delivery with S. who supervised my first conversation with Siri. My, Siri is … literal. Sigh. I was trying to get her to find and open a particular PDF. Nope. Sorry. [I rather doubt that.] But I managed a work-around. When my meals were delivered, I decided to have the delightful chicken breast in a honey bbq sauce with veg fried rice. Much better.
I had fluctuating periods of decent vision. Luckily, the switch was ON when the communication came from the church. As I was able to use my iPad, I picked up all sorts of odd errors. And was pleased to note that all of us on the team focus on different aspects - so we're not having a clash of picky pedants!
In a less-sighted fog, I watched last night's two N.C.I.S. shows. You can tell it appears this'll be the last year of the original, as we're all going "Awwww" at the sight of Gibbs (second B for bastard!) befriending the neighbour's young son. This time the kid got to play videogames on the best, non-glitchy screen available - in MTAC, no less! But it was all to solve a crime. I know, I know, it's just a TV show.
Unfortunately, the pain began to creep back during the day. So I reach for the bottle of pills and discover that I can't find the replacements for Vitamin C (ran out today) and Aleve (I'll run out in a few days). But how can this be? I'd already begun using several of the replacement bottles church-John had bought for me. But these bottles were NOT in my apothecary bag. So, hands on hips, Blondie, where are they????? Do I ask c-J to buy some more until I can locate these? I'm so confused. And aggravated, as I didn't put them in the right place and now am looking for my version of the needle lost in the haystack. Sigh.
Irritation is not conducive to reading, so I attempted to slog through my second French book. No! I don't want to read about emotions finally affecting how the protagonist sees herself. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I've taken my pills and hope to induce a second decent night's sleep in a row. Wow!
Had a leisurely early morning even though I didn't have brekkie (didn't care for the lonely selection in my freezer). So I had a lemon tart instead! Waited for my meals delivery with S. who supervised my first conversation with Siri. My, Siri is … literal. Sigh. I was trying to get her to find and open a particular PDF. Nope. Sorry. [I rather doubt that.] But I managed a work-around. When my meals were delivered, I decided to have the delightful chicken breast in a honey bbq sauce with veg fried rice. Much better.
I had fluctuating periods of decent vision. Luckily, the switch was ON when the communication came from the church. As I was able to use my iPad, I picked up all sorts of odd errors. And was pleased to note that all of us on the team focus on different aspects - so we're not having a clash of picky pedants!
In a less-sighted fog, I watched last night's two N.C.I.S. shows. You can tell it appears this'll be the last year of the original, as we're all going "Awwww" at the sight of Gibbs (second B for bastard!) befriending the neighbour's young son. This time the kid got to play videogames on the best, non-glitchy screen available - in MTAC, no less! But it was all to solve a crime. I know, I know, it's just a TV show.
Unfortunately, the pain began to creep back during the day. So I reach for the bottle of pills and discover that I can't find the replacements for Vitamin C (ran out today) and Aleve (I'll run out in a few days). But how can this be? I'd already begun using several of the replacement bottles church-John had bought for me. But these bottles were NOT in my apothecary bag. So, hands on hips, Blondie, where are they????? Do I ask c-J to buy some more until I can locate these? I'm so confused. And aggravated, as I didn't put them in the right place and now am looking for my version of the needle lost in the haystack. Sigh.
Irritation is not conducive to reading, so I attempted to slog through my second French book. No! I don't want to read about emotions finally affecting how the protagonist sees herself. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I've taken my pills and hope to induce a second decent night's sleep in a row. Wow!
