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helenkacan Apr. 23rd, 2020 12:35 am)
helenkacan Apr. 23rd, 2020 12:35 am)Hear my body taunting me, "Not so fast, Missy!" as it besieges me with pain and then conks me out. I know, I know. Subtle, it's not!
Until then, I'd had a pretty good day. There was a mini Communications Zoom meeting before which I actually had to use a password on a phone where I can't see the screen. Two of the others are delightful women with uplifting laughter. I threw a bit of cold water on the proceedings as I asked them to ponder what they might suggest for Earth Hour - without using an electronic device! Speaking of which, I didn't mind watching a repeat of the N.C.I.S. epi where Gibbs enlists the neighbour's kid who's a video whiz to play on the screen in MTAC. Yeah, sure. It was hard watching knowing what would happen toward the end of the season.
And-and-and I finally finished the book that refused to end. Until it did. I was surprised to read that the author was an Ontarian and had been a writer-in-residence at a university in the south-west part of the province. But, oy, just too much crammed into the book. I guess I'll be tearing this one into shreds in June.
Anyway, I'm going to take my pills and see if I can subdue my body back into submission - for its OWN GOOD. And read a little until I'm sleepy again. Nighty-night.
Until then, I'd had a pretty good day. There was a mini Communications Zoom meeting before which I actually had to use a password on a phone where I can't see the screen. Two of the others are delightful women with uplifting laughter. I threw a bit of cold water on the proceedings as I asked them to ponder what they might suggest for Earth Hour - without using an electronic device! Speaking of which, I didn't mind watching a repeat of the N.C.I.S. epi where Gibbs enlists the neighbour's kid who's a video whiz to play on the screen in MTAC. Yeah, sure. It was hard watching knowing what would happen toward the end of the season.
And-and-and I finally finished the book that refused to end. Until it did. I was surprised to read that the author was an Ontarian and had been a writer-in-residence at a university in the south-west part of the province. But, oy, just too much crammed into the book. I guess I'll be tearing this one into shreds in June.
Anyway, I'm going to take my pills and see if I can subdue my body back into submission - for its OWN GOOD. And read a little until I'm sleepy again. Nighty-night.
