Nighthawk of Sleet
Feb. 4th, 2025 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI'm having a relapse of cosmic dread, a virus that lurks in the system like Epstein-Barr. There was a time in the past when I might have applied snacks to the wound, but a person who has dyspepsia of both soul and body is just up the creek when it comes to easy fixes like that. Instead I went on a long, highly symbolic rant first thing in the morning, one rich with metaphor and vivid imagery. I told the Sparrowhawk that it was hopeless for me to become a saint, because without wrath, greed, and pride I would hardly be able to get out of bed in the morning. I would just lie down in the road (as Edith Nesbit once had a cat say in a story) and let the mice run over me. "You have been on a long journey today already," he said fondly but sorrowfully.
Other than that, it's been a nice calm day. We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. They are enduring a kitchen renovation with remarkable equanimity. They have some cooking equipment, including an electric griddle, set up in the den, and the refrigerator is in the living room. To get things from the refrigerator without passing through the kitchen, they must exit via the garage and re-enter through the front door. It's very educational to hear about the process, just in case we want to do it ourselves someday. Not the exiting through the garage part, but the kitchen renewal.
The Sparrowhawk and I tag-teamed a stir fry tonight. He had a speech therapy appointment, so he marinated the chicken and chopped the veggies and cooked the rice before going to that. I did the actually stir frying in his absence so all was ready to eat when he got home. It was a successful effort except that once again we don't have enough leftovers! I hear that Madame has survived her visit to the dentist to have two teeth pulled, so I guess I will go see her tomorrow. It's not the best antidote to dread. And we're supposedly going to have freezing rain sometime tomorrow. It's all in the timing! With any luck it won't happen until well after sunset when all good hobbits are lurking safely at home.
Other than that, it's been a nice calm day. We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. They are enduring a kitchen renovation with remarkable equanimity. They have some cooking equipment, including an electric griddle, set up in the den, and the refrigerator is in the living room. To get things from the refrigerator without passing through the kitchen, they must exit via the garage and re-enter through the front door. It's very educational to hear about the process, just in case we want to do it ourselves someday. Not the exiting through the garage part, but the kitchen renewal.
The Sparrowhawk and I tag-teamed a stir fry tonight. He had a speech therapy appointment, so he marinated the chicken and chopped the veggies and cooked the rice before going to that. I did the actually stir frying in his absence so all was ready to eat when he got home. It was a successful effort except that once again we don't have enough leftovers! I hear that Madame has survived her visit to the dentist to have two teeth pulled, so I guess I will go see her tomorrow. It's not the best antidote to dread. And we're supposedly going to have freezing rain sometime tomorrow. It's all in the timing! With any luck it won't happen until well after sunset when all good hobbits are lurking safely at home.
