SeaAster of Ember

I slept badly and have felt rather ill most of the day. My stomach is very unhappy with me, but I don't know what I did wrong. I wish it would explain itself. I tried to remedy my confusion and anxiety by making a LIST! Yes, a nice sensible list of all the things I wanted to do before leaving for Thanksgiving. I got about two and a half of them done. I made the pumpkin pie, which was essential. I don't think it is really a triumph, though. I am dubious about the crust. It's swathed in foil in the refrigerator, and now it will have to survive until Thursday, which is not ideal, although not too bad for a pumpkin pie. I also did one very last load of laundry, preceded by spot remediation, which in at least one case did not work. Sigh. I've halfway cleaned my bathroom, and I'm sort of half packed. I lost at least three pills down the drain while trying to pack my medications. I took time out for a scheduled Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch. It was nice, but almost too relaxing. I started feeling a strong urge to lay my head on the couch cushion and nap while the soothing murmur of their voices continued. I had to drink the dregs of the coffee to keep my place in the conversation.

And now the promised rain has begun. It's predicted to keep going until tomorrow afternoon. Also not ideal. I'm just not very good at traveling any more. Perhaps I'll sleep a lot tonight and feel better in the morning. I felt so crappy that I tested myself to make sure I wasn't coming down with covid, but I'm negative, yay! I don't want to be a plague vector for the holidays.