ArcticAir of Celeste

Yet another sunless day, although it seemed the clouds were slightly less dense at the end of the day. From such small distinctions we manufacture a bit of hope. I keep trying to get more exercise. Last week, I got two days of it before being thwarted and giving up. Today I set out again, but got a phone call from Madame halfway in, and eventually had to turn around and go back home, to finish the conversation while sitting on the couch. I am not equal to the task of walking briskly (or even slowly) while SHOUTING and clearly articulating and sometimes repeating myself. Madame had just returned home from the rehab where she had been staying and in my opinion, should still be. But my opinion has not been requested. She told me twice about how her TV keeps telling her to go to her account and make a payment, but she doesn't know how to do that. Oy gevalt. I hope her daughter is going to help with some of these things. Having now ascertained (via some more texting) that we won't be needed to watch Bird Baby, I will lay plans to go and visit Madame at home. I had been worried that she'd start driving again right away but apparently the ride home in her daughter's car convinced her that she isn't ready for that. So that's one worry off my mind. I'll get some coffee from our favorite cafe and take it over there.

Meanwhile, this put me behind in my process to create a large pan of barbecued chicken for the potluck we were going to tonight. I hustled like mad and got it done anyway. Spent some time working on the WIP--reading through and changing picky little details--and then carried the hot dish to the potluck, as one does out here in the great midwest. Had a nice time chatting with people. The Sparrowhawk managed to steal away one of the several cute babies and hold him for a few minutes so the parents could both eat. He's going to miss seeing Bird Baby every week. We came home and were waiting for a call from the Philosopher and his Lovely Friend. We had texted to see if we could check in with them, since their baby will be coming soon. While we were waiting, I received a disturbing call from Wol who basically needed someone to listen to his rant. I have a lot of people at various stages of physical and mental disintegration in my life right now. Fortunately, the Philosopher called back when I'd had about all I could take. They have an induction date--the 15th. Not that babies know when they're supposed to arrive! It takes some of the sting out of this day, the ninth anniversary of my father's death. Okay, I'm gonna go watch TV right now. Oof.