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Ringtail of Leave
Sep. 30th, 2018 09:16 pmThis was perhaps not the best week to try to assess whether one's new anti-depressant is working or not. . . . Also, my sleep schedule has been pretty much the same every night: go to sleep, wake up with a jolt half an hour later, then go back to sleep until about four in the morning, when I wake up feeling as if someone is sticking a hot needle into my knee. Try various expedients to go back to sleep. Sometimes they work, mostly they don't. I've tried taking Aleve before bed. It doesn't make any difference. Last night, I tried Advil. That resulted in stomach pain AND knee pain. Tonight maybe I'll try some of the abundant supply of Tylenol I inherited from my mother.
It rained all night and was still raining this morning. It was one of those days when you go out in the morning, come back and feel you deserve to be cosy for awhile . . . then all of a sudden it's getting dark and you go, "Wait! I wanted this to come out differently!" At least, you do if you're me. I finished reading my 489 page book about Opus Dei, "Their Kingdom Come," by Robert Hutchison. Good grief, these people are terrible. No albino assassins, but an awful lot of very suspicious (and convenient) sudden deaths, bank failures, lies, billions of dollars evaporating into thin air, shady connections to both the Mafia and the CIA. It's not a sensational book by any means. In his painstaking documentation of all events, in the face of massive amounts of disinformation, the long-suffering author permits himself only occasional moments of sarcasm. Next up: "God's Bankers," by Gerald Posner.
Last night, we had an enjoyable dinner out with a couple of our friends from church. Most members of the group couldn't make it, but the four of us who did had a good time. This morning, we went to church, used up our extrovert coupons greeting friends there, came home and ate some sausages and toast.
It rained all night and was still raining this morning. It was one of those days when you go out in the morning, come back and feel you deserve to be cosy for awhile . . . then all of a sudden it's getting dark and you go, "Wait! I wanted this to come out differently!" At least, you do if you're me. I finished reading my 489 page book about Opus Dei, "Their Kingdom Come," by Robert Hutchison. Good grief, these people are terrible. No albino assassins, but an awful lot of very suspicious (and convenient) sudden deaths, bank failures, lies, billions of dollars evaporating into thin air, shady connections to both the Mafia and the CIA. It's not a sensational book by any means. In his painstaking documentation of all events, in the face of massive amounts of disinformation, the long-suffering author permits himself only occasional moments of sarcasm. Next up: "God's Bankers," by Gerald Posner.
Last night, we had an enjoyable dinner out with a couple of our friends from church. Most members of the group couldn't make it, but the four of us who did had a good time. This morning, we went to church, used up our extrovert coupons greeting friends there, came home and ate some sausages and toast.
