FlameScape of Simmer

Three years ago today, I was down in the river country in Illinois, burying my mother. I persistently think it was four years ago, but after counting on my fingers I know it was only three. It seems like forever. I called Queenie because I knew she'd be having similar thoughts. Both of us, in fact, had a horribly cranky day yesterday, but I was better today. She was better today too, except for the time she spent at her doctor's office. He is a quack who should not be practicing and has to have his arm twisted to do the simplest things, so it would make anyone mad, even if they still had a mother.

The Sparrowhawk went to the gym this morning, and I put away laundry and gave the bathroom a slapdash cleaning. (I'm NOT going to say "a lick and a promise" where toilets are involved--even though I know that a "lick" in this usage really means more like a dab, a dash, or a smart blow.) We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. Then I started trying to work, but that's when Queenie got home from the doctor and called me back. I cooked dinner: frittata with mushrooms, spinach and ricotta pierogis, steamed broccoli. The Sparrowhawk went to his book club. I cleaned up the kitchen, ordered a couple of clothing items I need, and did a little more work. The end. Sigh. I hope I actually do some work tomorrow, or I will get behind again.L