Sycamore of Leave

Frustrating couple of days. I'm tired of complaining, because jeez. I have no problems compared to plenty of people. Alas, when I describe stuff it certainly sounds like complaining. Anyway, Yesterday was frustrating because as far as I know, I did everything I usually try to do to have a good day: went for a walk, did some chores, finished editing the last bit of the OCR pages. Of course, I did spend most of the morning on the phone, first with Queenie, then with a friend with many troubles. Including the fact that her husband, who lives in another state from her for reasons too complicated to explain, and who has Parkinson's, was found stuck between the bed and the bed rail by a wellness check, and is now back in the hospital again. I also ate only small quantities of bland foods. So in theory, I should have slept well. Instead, I got a headache that wouldn't go away and came back every time I woke up, which was a lot. My stomaach also hurt, and still does.

Today, same story with the food items: scrambled eggs, toast, chicken, rice, veggies. I didn't feel like doing anything, and I didn't, pretty much. A few small chores, some reading. It was rainy and dreary, and I did not go out. So now I'm just irritable, because sitting around does that to me.

I had a cheerful moment this morning, though, when the Nipper sent a group text around to the family: "Did one of yinz send me Death Wish Valhalla Java coffee? It's incredible!" The Sparrowhawk confessed to being responsible, and there ensued some banter and trash talk from the sibs about Dad and his powerful coffee. The Nipper said, "It's the antidote to the Odinsleep!" I thought, this a thing I love about my family.

Also, the dream world has offered some timely advice. "One must now presume surveillance at all times," and "If there's a chain of command outside the chain of command, then you can no longer trust anyone." Wise words to remember the next time a stranger tries to get you to help him steal the nuclear codes from your boss.