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DawnShine of Bluster
Apr. 6th, 2022 10:10 pmIt's been an odd couple of days. Yesterday I was just not feeling good. I went off to the grocery store and picked up a few items. Not really a big shop, because I'll have to go later and stock up for the visit of Nipper and Raptor, yay! I really only went because I hoped to get chocolate bunnies on sale. There were none. This sometimes happens when a desirable item goes on sale. I don't know if it's because someone scooped them all up, or their order just didn't arrive. Disappointment. I was so dejected and generally miserable and moping all day that the Sparrowhawk decided that I've been having too much parsimony and needed a steak dinner. Steak, mushrooms, baked potato, and some broccoli. The basics. I went upstairs on some errand while he was cooking, and saw the bed. I nearly collapsed onto it, but I didn't want to miss out on dinner, so I stayed awake. The dinner was perfect and seemed like just what I needed. I even motivated myself to take the Sparrowhawk out for a walk afterwards.
So I went to bed hoping to sleep well and wake up happy. It was all very well until about 3 am. I woke up, lay awake for awhile, and was just going back to sleep when the Sparrowhawk had a nightmare about an evil Sean Connery trying to steal his boat. In battling this villain, he woke both of us up. Then my stomach started hurting a lot. Apparently we both stayed in bed, hoping the other one was going back to sleep. When the birds started chirping, I gave up and went downstairs. He followed after awhile, and made me a cup of tea, which is a work of mercy. We were both in an altered state of consciousness, wondering how we'd get through the day. After awhile we went back to bed and had a nap, but we had to get up at 10, because he had a piano lesson scheduled, and I was having lunch with Madame. Luckily, Dr. Music asked to reschedule because he had a paper due. I drove off in the incessant rain to the bookstore, where I ate a grilled cheese sandwich and damn the torpedos. I was afraid I would kill my stomach, but I survived. It was an extremely gloomy day, and Madame was greatly in need of somewhere to go, so the cheerful bookstore hit the spot. For me, too. We both had the same thought--must add some color to this day! She was wearing a sun-orange raincoat over a red sweatshirt with a pattern of roses on it, and I was wearing a pink pullover with my Murano glass beads. We were a bright spot.
Then I went home and mostly collapsed. I got a few tiny leetle words typed. The Sparrowhawk had rallied with the aid of a shower and much coffee, and was on his teleconference with a health care quality committee that he still meets with. We were both still pretty tired. But we were NOT going to give up on the evening's activity--a trip to see Celtic Women live in concert! We braved the traffic and the parking garage, and went up the RIGHT stairs, unlike last time when we got totally lost in the bowels of the gigantic conference center that's next to the performance hall. We had great seats and had a wonderful time. The music was awesome, and they had step dancers, drummers, a bagpiper, and a fiddler. The singers had lovely voices and several costume changes into gowns that were each more beautiful than the last. It was like being in Faerieland for the evening. I just hope things go back to normal tonight, because I can't take any more of this freaky crap.
So I went to bed hoping to sleep well and wake up happy. It was all very well until about 3 am. I woke up, lay awake for awhile, and was just going back to sleep when the Sparrowhawk had a nightmare about an evil Sean Connery trying to steal his boat. In battling this villain, he woke both of us up. Then my stomach started hurting a lot. Apparently we both stayed in bed, hoping the other one was going back to sleep. When the birds started chirping, I gave up and went downstairs. He followed after awhile, and made me a cup of tea, which is a work of mercy. We were both in an altered state of consciousness, wondering how we'd get through the day. After awhile we went back to bed and had a nap, but we had to get up at 10, because he had a piano lesson scheduled, and I was having lunch with Madame. Luckily, Dr. Music asked to reschedule because he had a paper due. I drove off in the incessant rain to the bookstore, where I ate a grilled cheese sandwich and damn the torpedos. I was afraid I would kill my stomach, but I survived. It was an extremely gloomy day, and Madame was greatly in need of somewhere to go, so the cheerful bookstore hit the spot. For me, too. We both had the same thought--must add some color to this day! She was wearing a sun-orange raincoat over a red sweatshirt with a pattern of roses on it, and I was wearing a pink pullover with my Murano glass beads. We were a bright spot.
Then I went home and mostly collapsed. I got a few tiny leetle words typed. The Sparrowhawk had rallied with the aid of a shower and much coffee, and was on his teleconference with a health care quality committee that he still meets with. We were both still pretty tired. But we were NOT going to give up on the evening's activity--a trip to see Celtic Women live in concert! We braved the traffic and the parking garage, and went up the RIGHT stairs, unlike last time when we got totally lost in the bowels of the gigantic conference center that's next to the performance hall. We had great seats and had a wonderful time. The music was awesome, and they had step dancers, drummers, a bagpiper, and a fiddler. The singers had lovely voices and several costume changes into gowns that were each more beautiful than the last. It was like being in Faerieland for the evening. I just hope things go back to normal tonight, because I can't take any more of this freaky crap.
