Moorhen of Leave
Sep. 17th, 2021 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI keep hoping I'll have a better day to write about, but sadly, no. I'd had a fairly decent string of nights, but my luck ran out. I woke up at 5:30 after 4 hours of sleep, and had to get up. The Sparrowhawk rose an hour or two later and kindly made me some tea. I decided to go to the grocery store while it was still early. I was very spaced out and it required effort to keep moving and focus. I talked to myself in the aisles rather more than usual. Worth it, though--I found pork loin for 1.88 a pound, today only. I brought it home and stashed it in the freezer, saying to the Sparrowhawk, "A household that owns two pork loins will probably be okay for now." He gazed at me fondly and said "My little forager!" "Little" is hardly the word. My body has decided it's time to gain weight, no matter what I do. I dragged myself into the shower so I'd be presentable, should anything occur for which I needed to be presentable, ha ha. Fat chance.
The Sparrowhawk, meanwhile, rescheduled our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, because he needed to practice the piano and have his lesson, and he couldn't do it without a nap. So we both fell back into bed. I'm afraid it doesn't quite add up to a night's sleep. Later, I sat in the back yard while he was playing the piano with Mr. Dr. Nurse. It was warm and lovely, but I didn't do any work. The notarized contract that I sent to my editor never arrived, apparently, or else he lost it (more likely). I felt sure I had not made a copy, but I checked my files anyway, and behold! I found a copy and emailed it to him. I had actually behaved like a pro for once. Mr. Science texted me that his wifi had been out at the cabin, but now it was back, and he'd seen our cousin California's message and called him. He's going to fly out there next week to see him and say goodbye. It makes me sad for Mr. Science, because I know California is special to him.
The Sparrowhawk went out to have a drink and a chat with one of the guys he used to work with. I made some mashed potatoes and beef stroganoff, which he ate when he got home. We've started watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy again. I would totally let Orcs shoot me with many arrows to get a kiss on the forehead from Aragorn. Actually, I think he should progress through the land giving everyone a kiss on the forehead. I mean, we've suffered enough! I think we deserve it! It's the least he can do!
The Sparrowhawk, meanwhile, rescheduled our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, because he needed to practice the piano and have his lesson, and he couldn't do it without a nap. So we both fell back into bed. I'm afraid it doesn't quite add up to a night's sleep. Later, I sat in the back yard while he was playing the piano with Mr. Dr. Nurse. It was warm and lovely, but I didn't do any work. The notarized contract that I sent to my editor never arrived, apparently, or else he lost it (more likely). I felt sure I had not made a copy, but I checked my files anyway, and behold! I found a copy and emailed it to him. I had actually behaved like a pro for once. Mr. Science texted me that his wifi had been out at the cabin, but now it was back, and he'd seen our cousin California's message and called him. He's going to fly out there next week to see him and say goodbye. It makes me sad for Mr. Science, because I know California is special to him.
The Sparrowhawk went out to have a drink and a chat with one of the guys he used to work with. I made some mashed potatoes and beef stroganoff, which he ate when he got home. We've started watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy again. I would totally let Orcs shoot me with many arrows to get a kiss on the forehead from Aragorn. Actually, I think he should progress through the land giving everyone a kiss on the forehead. I mean, we've suffered enough! I think we deserve it! It's the least he can do!
