Buzzard of Simmer

[ismo]

We had some lovely news today, via a Facetime with the Diva, also lovely, although she claimed to be "hideous" when we suggested a visual medium. Far from it! On her my eyes must always dwell with pleasure. After a year of struggle and misery, she had to resign her job as special needs teacher with the public schools, for the sake of her health. She spent the last six months working full time in a bakery, a stressful job in its own right. But now she has accepted a job teaching at a parent co-operative preschool, where she once participated as a parent. This is really the ideal job for her right now, and we're so happy for her.

That took the curse off a day in which I've felt very irritable and cranky. Perhaps because I've had bad dreams recently, read something on the internet that reminded me of past items I'd rather forget, and my joints have been very achy, for which I blame the weather. I did the grocery run this morning, and bought a cheap raspberry coffee cake on sale because the Sparrowhawk wanted it. Half of it mysteriously disappeared before tomorrow's breakfast, which I guess reveals our mutual states of mind, because I know he wasn't the only one who hacked off a hunk. I did not get a walk. I developed a terrible headache, took Advil, ate some salad, fell asleep for a few minutes, and then it was too late. We're supposed to have a weather event tonight, with heavy rain and possibly damaging high winds. Maybe this will improve the weather and everything will be sparkly tomorrow.

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[oracne]

If the weather does not improve, you still have cake.