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Wheat of Leave
Oct. 13th, 2025 07:48 pmMy house is devolving into a wreck, and so am I. I was hoping to feel better today, and I do in some ways, but this thing sort of morphs through a series of unpleasantnesses, and it hasn't run out of variations yet. Sort of like a Philip Glass concerto, but not as harmonious. I'm supposed to be partaking in the online book club at 8, but I asked to be excused and came upstairs to be semi-horizontal. It is such a relief to curl up with my pillows and blankets again.
I'm sorry to leave the Sparrowhawk alone, but he volunteered to run the discussion last week, and claims he is up for it. He has been coming down with something like a cold. I think it is ominously like covid, but he tested himself, and came out negative. He's also a little debilitated by having spent THREE HOURS at the eye doctor today. His number has come up for cataract surgery. He was supposed to get some measurements done and have a consultation with the surgeon about what type of lenses to install. He waited over an hour to be seen at all, and then when they tried to dilate his pupils, they screwed up and it didn't work, so they had to do a second round of drops and wait some more. This office is VERY bad about overbooking themselves, partly because they deal with emergencies on an ad hoc basis, so you never know when the surgeons will be available and when they'll be down in the basement fixing an urgent arrival. However, they are very skilled and very articulate and willing to answer questions. The whole process took a lot out of him, though, and he came home feeling tired and unwell.
But, to quote Sam, "'Where there's life there's hope, as my Gaffer used to say; and need of vittles, as he mostways used to add.'"
I'm sorry to leave the Sparrowhawk alone, but he volunteered to run the discussion last week, and claims he is up for it. He has been coming down with something like a cold. I think it is ominously like covid, but he tested himself, and came out negative. He's also a little debilitated by having spent THREE HOURS at the eye doctor today. His number has come up for cataract surgery. He was supposed to get some measurements done and have a consultation with the surgeon about what type of lenses to install. He waited over an hour to be seen at all, and then when they tried to dilate his pupils, they screwed up and it didn't work, so they had to do a second round of drops and wait some more. This office is VERY bad about overbooking themselves, partly because they deal with emergencies on an ad hoc basis, so you never know when the surgeons will be available and when they'll be down in the basement fixing an urgent arrival. However, they are very skilled and very articulate and willing to answer questions. The whole process took a lot out of him, though, and he came home feeling tired and unwell.
But, to quote Sam, "'Where there's life there's hope, as my Gaffer used to say; and need of vittles, as he mostways used to add.'"
