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Jan. 24th, 2020 09:50 pmI had a pretty decent birthday in spite of the Sparrowhawk being gone. People sent me a lot of flowers. A LOT. The ones I thought were from the kids turned out to be from Queenie, as I learned after the kids sent another bunch that were labeled. Dr. Nurse invited me to dinner, and yesterday turned out to be the best day of the week for her, so I had company for my birthday dinner. I brought the cake, and she let me because she knows I make pretty good cake and enjoy doing it. I made a German chocolate cake, which is the kind that was my favorite as a child. Dr. Nurse also gave me a bunch of tulips! I came home and had a drink long-distance with the Sparrowhawk. That is, I had a drink and we chatted on the phone. He's not allowed alcohol in his very strict monastic establishment. Tron, the Philosopher, and the Nipper all called me, as well as Deb. Queenie called today, and Mr. Science and the Duchess sent email wishing me a happy birthday. Lots of people on Facebook, too. I'm somewhat astonished that anyone remembers me when my social media presence has shrunk to its current tiny thread.
Today I had trouble motivating myself to do anything. I couldn't go for a walk, because a cold, drizzly rain was falling all day. I cleaned up the big stack of pots and bowls left over from making the cake, which I'd dumped in the sink before hurrying out to dinner last night. I went to the store to get needed items, and got my 50 cents off gas coupon. I made myself some dinner: cold chicken from the store deli, mashed potatoes and salad, and an attempt at dressing up one of the tomatoes that the Lumberjack didn't eat. They are sad pale winter tomatoes. I warmed them with a bit of cheese and basil. It didn't help a lot, but enough to make them palatable. I made a fire in the fireplace tonight, and burned all the old Christmas greens. I tried to sit by the fire, listen to music, and read, but I couldn't even get into reading anything. Sigh. I keep thinking I'm going to reform and move forward, but then I have some sad thought that throws me off course. I think parts of the Anuna Christmas album sound a lot like Elves singing.
Today I had trouble motivating myself to do anything. I couldn't go for a walk, because a cold, drizzly rain was falling all day. I cleaned up the big stack of pots and bowls left over from making the cake, which I'd dumped in the sink before hurrying out to dinner last night. I went to the store to get needed items, and got my 50 cents off gas coupon. I made myself some dinner: cold chicken from the store deli, mashed potatoes and salad, and an attempt at dressing up one of the tomatoes that the Lumberjack didn't eat. They are sad pale winter tomatoes. I warmed them with a bit of cheese and basil. It didn't help a lot, but enough to make them palatable. I made a fire in the fireplace tonight, and burned all the old Christmas greens. I tried to sit by the fire, listen to music, and read, but I couldn't even get into reading anything. Sigh. I keep thinking I'm going to reform and move forward, but then I have some sad thought that throws me off course. I think parts of the Anuna Christmas album sound a lot like Elves singing.
