AcornHusk of Ember

It was a day of much socializing. I had my morning phone call with Queenie. The Sparrowhawk came home rather late from counting the money. They had a special collection to be dealt with, and one of the workers is a newbie, filling in for the old reliable, who broke a wrist recently. As soon as he arrived, we set out for the mediterranean restaurant to meet three of our old friends from the Dirty Bastards for lunch. One was the sweetest person of the whole group, one was the champion wack job of the lot, and one was somewhere in between. It was a fun reunion and reminded me why I miss these people. I hope to see them again sooner. After the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I had a Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch. All of us were rather tired and had some trouble animating our conversation. Once alone with my thoughts, I had a spasm of anger and frustration over quite a few unresolved issues. One of them is the ongoing blood pressure/medications/aggravating doctors saga. I'm so fed up with not feeling good. And there seems to be not one thing I can do about it. In fact, there is not one thing I can do about any of the things that frustrate me. Queenie tried to talk me into seeking out a "functional medicine doctor." I'm sure there are good ones, and some people swear by them. However, the ones I've met all have a strong redolence of quackery about them, and the last thing I need is another one of those in my life.