PetalWreath of Trill

I had a lunch date with Madame scheduled for today. I wasn't sure I'd really be up for it, but I didn't want to stand her up. She texted me this morning that she couldn't make it, because she has shingles and was in pain. Oh good heavens. As if she hasn't been through enough. My mother had them at about the same age, and they were awful. She didn't want a phone call at that time, because she was trying to go back to sleep. So I had some extra time and energy. I cleaned up the kitchen and swept the floors in the living room and the kitchen and family room. Then Dr. Music came to give the Sparrowhawk his lesson. I was out of gas and retreated to my boudoir, where I tried to take a nap, but couldn't.

I also had an appointment with the dentist. I didn't wanna, but I'd already rescheduled once. I took my cough medicine an hour beforehand, hoping it would be in full force. This seems to have worked, because I didn't have to cough or sneeze. Thank goodness. I had my favorite hygienist. She always does a good job. Still, it kinda tired me out, and my mouth is sore. Not having heard from Madame, I texted her when I got home. I didn't want to call her out of the blue, because I thought she might be sleeping. She didn't get back to me until 9 pm. She was still feeling miserable. I asked if I could do anything, like pick up food at the grocery store, or take-out. She didn't reply, so maybe she did go back to sleep. Maybe she'll let me know tomorrow. My own misery level is definitely going down. It will just take awhile to get my energy back. Right now, I have a tendency to take advantage of the absence of misery to lie around in a stupor. It's okay--I think going to the dentist was pushing myself quite enough.