Persimmon of Leave

Rain is rattling on the rood, and thunder is grumbling off in the distance. I see there's a big weather blob atop LFK, so I hope my friends in Kansas will remain tornado-free. Here, it's a cool day, feeling very autumnal. Last night when I woke up from my nap, I was freezing. I put the comforter back on the bed. When we first moved into this house, we invested in blankets so each bed could have flannel sheets, a wool blanket, and a puffy comforter. Some combination of the above will be just right for almost anything. I am feeling better today, but I'm still kind of loopy. I assume this is post-sedative. My thoughts develop blank spots, like phone drop-outs. I'm not sure exactly what I did today. I remember writing a snail mail note and doing some online catchup with people. Texting with Tron and Queenie. And the Sparrowhawk and I went to the bookstore cafe again, just to get out of the house on a rainy day. I looked at some guidebooks about Rome, but virtuously put them back rather than buying them, telling myself I'd look at the library first. And then I encountered a used book called The Writer's Portable Therapist. Yes, I bought it. I mean, how could one not. Even though I have SEVERAL books about writing already. And by "several" yes I do mean way too many. And I just put them on the shelf and venerate them, but never actually go through them page by page and do everything they say. Maybe if I light candles in front of it and prostrate myself, it will fix me. By magic!! Which is always my favorite way to get better. The only problem with that is, it doesn't work very well. Sigh. Well, I will get back to you all if this turns out to be The One and I find something new and remarkable in here that has never been advised before. It could happen! Meanwhile it will provide me with something to scoff at while I'm moping loopily about. I also found the Sparrowhawk a swell book about Magic in the sense of prestidigitation, with detailed instructions, and he's very happy to have it.

I'm eating . . . but if I deviate ever so slightly or add to my spartan and boring diet, I still suffer. Tonight I added a little salad and some crackers. Result: tummy ache.