BrashDay of Leave
Oct. 19th, 2022 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWell, the good thing about today is that I haven't had a day like this in some time. And I hope not to have another one in the near future. That is all.
My general state of mind was not improved by lunch with Madame, who told me quite a tale of woe. It involved motor vehicles, as tales of woe often do these days. Talking with her pushed all my buttons on the "dread of age" panel. On the bright side, the Sparrowhawk used the mushrooms I bought to make some fabulous mushroom soup from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking." He skipped the final step of adding cream and egg yolks, because both of us preferred it without the enrichment. This is why we'll never be French cooks.
Since I have no other news to offer, I'll tell about the last dream of the night (the one that came after being in a restaurant in Sparta (Michigan), since that one was kind of boring, and involved a reality show contestant who made us a suboptimal cake). In this final dream, I was at a clinic for some kind of a check-up, and was wearing only a t-shirt--as one does. The nurse bumped me out of the exam room because she had more urgent matters to attend to, and I was left wandering about the clinic, in my t-shirt, toting a large container of some medication she left with me, and trying to pretend everything was normal. Another nurse came out and seized the container. "Oh, THAT's where it went," she said. "YOU ran off with it." "Well don't blame me!" I replied grumpily. "I didn't want to be here in the first place." That about sums it up.
My general state of mind was not improved by lunch with Madame, who told me quite a tale of woe. It involved motor vehicles, as tales of woe often do these days. Talking with her pushed all my buttons on the "dread of age" panel. On the bright side, the Sparrowhawk used the mushrooms I bought to make some fabulous mushroom soup from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking." He skipped the final step of adding cream and egg yolks, because both of us preferred it without the enrichment. This is why we'll never be French cooks.
Since I have no other news to offer, I'll tell about the last dream of the night (the one that came after being in a restaurant in Sparta (Michigan), since that one was kind of boring, and involved a reality show contestant who made us a suboptimal cake). In this final dream, I was at a clinic for some kind of a check-up, and was wearing only a t-shirt--as one does. The nurse bumped me out of the exam room because she had more urgent matters to attend to, and I was left wandering about the clinic, in my t-shirt, toting a large container of some medication she left with me, and trying to pretend everything was normal. Another nurse came out and seized the container. "Oh, THAT's where it went," she said. "YOU ran off with it." "Well don't blame me!" I replied grumpily. "I didn't want to be here in the first place." That about sums it up.
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Date: 2022-10-20 06:53 am (UTC)i'm just sayin.