WitchHazel of Bluster

First, I dreamed I missed my appointment with the dermatologist. Then I got up and staggered off to that same appointment in real life. It was snowing all night, but I didn't have time or energy to shovel my driveway, so I had to drive off through the snow. The streets hadn't been plowed yet, and were a slushy mess. It was freezing cold and still snowing. When I got to the office, they looked me up and informed me that my appointment isn't for two weeks. It was only then that my memory stirred faintly and recalled that sometime during holiday chaos, they'd called me and changed the time. But I never got around to putting it on the calendar, so I forgot. I hate these little indications that I may be losing my damn mind. I drove home, ate assorted fruits for breakfast, and indulged in an extended rant about the sorry state of things, including my memory. Then I went out and shoveled everything again. It's the third time this month and the bloom is definitely off the shovel.

But I was glad I had cleaned up everything and swept off the car, because the Sparrowhawk and I went out for dinner as a combination birthday and Valentine's celebration. We started with a shared oyster selection, and then he had risotto and I had walleye, And it was quiet and pleasant, which it won't be tomorrow at this restaurant. When we were coming back into the house, there was a gap in the clouds through which we could see the evening star. Tomorrow is another day, on which I hope some of my mojo will return, like a black cat to the back door. Maybe if I leave out a saucer of cream . . . .