Bloodroot of Bliss

It was a beautiful day, and I woke up too early, so I got an extra length of it at the early end. The Sparrowhawk had to take the car in for various minor repairs. I couldn't go shopping until he got back, so I went for a walk. I thought I was striding along making pretty good time, but Fitbit says not. It only gave me a few minutes in the cardio zone, but it did begrudgingly grant me another exercise day. The Sparrowhawk was going to mow the lawn, but he seemed rather tired when he got home. I suggested he could take it easy while I went to the store, and he appears to have done so. I'm very happy that Tron and the Lumberjack are coming for Mother's Day, however briefly. The paradox of holidays--which I'm amused by, not complaining--is that I need to make sure the elements of the celebration are in place. I've been told mimosas will be served. Hence, I bought orange juice and champagne. I also bought a few things the kids usually like to have around, not because they asked me to, but just because I like to be prepared.

After I put all the food away, I hastily prepped a rather large slab of corned beef with potatoes, carrots, onions, and cabbage, and put in the oven to slow-roast. I'll use part of it to make a party snack for an event we're attending tomorrow. Maybe. That was my intention, if I don't get too tired to go. After I'd roasted this thing and sat around drinking tea and thinking about writing but not doing much of it, I noticed that the Sparrowhawk was "resting his eyes" as he puts it. I had a headache and general discomfort that was not alleviated by a nice cup of tea. Sometimes that works, but not today. I had also been monitoring a couple of text streams that caused me sadness, including the one where Mr. Science admitted to my sisters what he'd told me the other day. That was a relief, because I'd been wondering if I should tell Queenie. I put it off, because it was making me really sad, and I didn't see any reason why she shouldn't have a few more days free of irrevocable knowledge. Now everybody's on the same crappy page.

My original desire was to go outside and do some weeding, but it seemed as if lying down and taking a nap might be a better option. I suggested this, and it was received with enthusiasm, so we did. The beauty of slow-cooking things is that they just sit there until you're ready for them. We sampled the result when we got up. I also washed my clothes, and the new set of sheets that arrived today. Our blue Portuguese flannel sheets with moons and stars on them are the most deliciously comfortable thing ever. The Sparrowhawk asked me to order another set. I felt this was excessively luxurious, but then our other sheets conveniently developed some holes and frayed bits! Obviously, it was meant to be. Now we have two sets of the perfect sheets. This makes napping more attractive than ever.