AlpineLake of Bluster

Now I'm really and truly tired out again. In spite of sleeping a fair amount, I felt pretty crappy this morning and had to hustle myself to get to church, which I was determined to do. It was well worthwhile. They very unexpectedly had a terrific male choir up in the loft singing "It Is Well With My Soul" in a glorious arrangement that made the hair stand up on my head and wave. Wow. We staggered over the frozen wastes to our car and went home and ate some leftover bagels. The host for today's Dante book club sent out a last minute request for sides. By the time I saw it, the one available was salad. Luckily, I had a bag of pre-cut cole slaw in the refrigerator, and the good dressing to put on it. It was the work of a moment, which was good because the book club started early today, in the interests of getting the children home to bed on a school night.

We still only made it through three cantos, because we went off on a number of interesting tangents. Dinner was delicious--roast pork and potatoes, with pepper sauce. One of our number made a very traditional potluck-style veggie casserole that actually had cream of celery soup in it. It was quite good, especially for a winter night. It went well with my cole slaw. Dessert followed: chocolate mousse with whipped cream. Nom! Spirited and interesting conversation continued through dinner.

Yet in spite of these positive interactions, I have the baseline irritability of a wolverine. I just need not to have to EXPLAIN anything for awhile. Or respond, reply, or adjust. I've been pushed past my limits as an introvert.