What went before: Everything checked off the to-do list except homework. Which is why homework needs to happen in the morning, and after-lunch is writing time.
We’ll figure it out.
Tomorrow, we are to have rain. I will be staying in. The cats have planned a quiet day of napping in honor of St. Gertrude.
And with all that said, and Coon Cat Happy Hour coming right up!
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
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A blessed St. Gertrude’s day to all.
Monday. Raining. Flooding is in our future, though probably not in my personal future, the river being Way Down THERE. One small patch of snow remains in the Long Back Yard.
Breakfast was rice cakes with cream cheese and the last of the sad, black grapes. First cup of tea is well underway. I have a can of tuna and a can of tomato soup. I believe lunch has been decided.
Today is the Actual Anniversary — five years since my mastectomy. About now On That Day, I would have been getting injected with mercury or some such item, much to Steve’s horror, so I could be placed into a machine that would map my innards, pre-op. I remember the tech administering the shot telling me it would hurt. She wasn’t wrong.
The Garmin watch continues to please, even as it adds to the day’s puzzles. Yesterday, I would have — in fact, I believe I did — tell you that I had a mostly quiet and peaceful day, munching through my to-do list, and writing.
Around 8:00, my watch sent me a very kind message, telling me that I had had a Very Stressful Day, poor dear, and should consider relaxing now.
I’ll be interested to see how this plays out, going forward. It may be that the watch and I have Very Different Takes on Stress.
Today, my choice is either to go back to bed or write, so I believe I will write.
What are your choices today?
Today’s blog title brought to you by Bachman-Turner Overdrive, a Canadian band, for no reason other than the fact that I’m listening to the radio and the DJ just said that he had never thought of the band as Canadian. OHkay. Anyhow, if you need to get moving, as who does not: “Let it Ride.”
Below, a picture of the Hall Blockers Cadets St. Gertrude’s Day project:
Is there a heater in the vicinity that attracts hall blockers? My hall blocker only takes up his station when he thinks it’s time for me to think about feeding him (refer to time-change post). Then he’s on duty continuously until he sees me stand from the work chair.
No, the house has several major intersections — none of them heated as it happens — where the cats like to congregate. Steve and I dubbed them The Hall Blockers Club, because it really does seem to be about delaying traffic.