Buffalo of Ember

My long-awaited blood draw this morning required a 12 hour fast. I anticipated a wretched night, because I would be unable to use Tums or throat lozenges, and thus would be unable to sleep. My prediction was correct. Also, my car was completely encased in ice and I had to do a lot of scraping, as well as coaxing the windshield wipers to budge from their frozen beds and the doors to break loose from ice so they could open. On the bright side, last night was an almost full moon, and the clouds parted to let me revel in its ethereal, unearthly light gleaming on the snow as I bumbled about not sleeping. In the morning, the sky was still clear, and that brilliantly intense blaze of winter sun sparkled on the icicles and accompanied me to the hospital parking garage, where I miraculously found a really good spot. I got a quick painless stick from a cheerful and kind young woman--where DO they find these sweet people who come to work at the crack of dawn and are so unfailingly kind to grumpy old people?? I've never met a lap tech who wasn't a pleasure to be stuck by. Then I went home and had scrambled eggs and coffee with the Sparrowhawk, followed by a hot shower and a nap. Bliss.