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WindGrowl of Ember
Dec. 8th, 2022 12:58 amWell, here I am, awake again after midnight, accompanied only by the moaning and gurgling of the dishwasher, so I suppose I might as well blog. No sooner did I start to recover from the evil virus than the Sparrowhawk came down with it. And, as usual with respiratory viruses, I can't shake the cough. It keeps coming back, especially when it's most inconvenient, like when I have to be around people and would prefer not to make them nervous due to suspicions that I might have the plague. I don't, but it just goes to show that you can not have covid, but still be greatly inconvenienced by viruses. I go to bed, start to doze off, wake up coughing and sneezing and have to get up for some unspecified time until it goes away. I came home from Thanksgiving in a mood to enjoy my triumph. I did the thing! Let us forge onward in this spirit! But no. As Mike Tyson said in my favorite quote, "Everybody has a plan till they get punched in the mouth." I've had so many plans . . . They lie scattered across the landscape of my past like the accumulated leaves from a thousand-year-old forest.
This morning, I buzzed off to the bookstore to meet with Madame. The nice thing about these short days is that 10 am still seems kind of early in the morning. After all, I'd been up in time for sunrise at 8 o'clock, and a lovely one it was, too, although the sun was so far south I could barely find it. As I drove past the lake, it was cloaked in a gentle mist that turned it to an ethereal silver mirror, like some magical artifact. They still haven't turned on Madame's cochlear implant. She thinks this will happen on December 21, which seems like a long wait to me, but what do I know. I worry about her, because she's lost her bank card again. I suspect, and hope, that it is still in her house somewhere, but again, what do I know. She decided to stop in at the bank on her way home, so maybe they can sort things out for her.
I'm happy to think that in only two weeks, the sun will start coming back again! We've almost made it to the turning of the year! I get excited about these things.
This morning, I buzzed off to the bookstore to meet with Madame. The nice thing about these short days is that 10 am still seems kind of early in the morning. After all, I'd been up in time for sunrise at 8 o'clock, and a lovely one it was, too, although the sun was so far south I could barely find it. As I drove past the lake, it was cloaked in a gentle mist that turned it to an ethereal silver mirror, like some magical artifact. They still haven't turned on Madame's cochlear implant. She thinks this will happen on December 21, which seems like a long wait to me, but what do I know. I worry about her, because she's lost her bank card again. I suspect, and hope, that it is still in her house somewhere, but again, what do I know. She decided to stop in at the bank on her way home, so maybe they can sort things out for her.
I'm happy to think that in only two weeks, the sun will start coming back again! We've almost made it to the turning of the year! I get excited about these things.
