Myrrh of Ember
Dec. 9th, 2025 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAgain, not correct sleeping. Monday I'd had less than five hours and was reeling, but never had a long enough interval between things to nap. Much conversation: phone call with Queenie, Zoom with writer friends, and then an evening Zoom book club, which nearly did me in. Somehow I managed not to pass out. I could have napped during the dinner interval, but that was when the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, and I had some bratwurst I wanted to cook. I cracked open one of my six jars of sauerkraut and browned the wurst with potatoes and onions, then finished it in the oven with the kraut. It was a lovely sight for the Sparrowhawk when he got home, which was my intention. Then I was trying to go to sleep early, but was awakened by a mysterious coughing fit that went on and on. Sigh.
So, slightly better sleep last night once I stopped coughing, but not great. Again a day of several conversations. I had intended to start the day by shoveling off the driveway again, for it had snowed again in the night. But Dragonfly's brother had just died, after a long struggle with stage 4 cancer, and I wanted to call her first. Then I found out that she got the news about her brother while on the way home from the funeral of her favorite cousin, who died unexpectedly last week. This is heavy news. We had a talk.
THEN I shoveled. In a rather grumpy state . . . but it was really just scraping off the pavement because there was only an inch or two of extra white. The Sparrowhawk took the car to the dealer to find out why the engine malfunction light was on. Car dealers are like doctors' offices--you might have to wait awhile to be seen. In this case, it was a three hour wait, so he came home again. We Zoomed with Deb and the Prussian. In the afternoon, the Sparrowhawk went back to the dealer and successfully got the oil changed. The light went off. Of course, it came back on again when we returned to church later for a seasonal penance service, but what are you gonna do. After that, a nice plate of bratwurst, and the usual end-of-the-day baffled reflection on how one never gets anything done. Maybe tomorrow. If I get some sleep tonight.
So, slightly better sleep last night once I stopped coughing, but not great. Again a day of several conversations. I had intended to start the day by shoveling off the driveway again, for it had snowed again in the night. But Dragonfly's brother had just died, after a long struggle with stage 4 cancer, and I wanted to call her first. Then I found out that she got the news about her brother while on the way home from the funeral of her favorite cousin, who died unexpectedly last week. This is heavy news. We had a talk.
THEN I shoveled. In a rather grumpy state . . . but it was really just scraping off the pavement because there was only an inch or two of extra white. The Sparrowhawk took the car to the dealer to find out why the engine malfunction light was on. Car dealers are like doctors' offices--you might have to wait awhile to be seen. In this case, it was a three hour wait, so he came home again. We Zoomed with Deb and the Prussian. In the afternoon, the Sparrowhawk went back to the dealer and successfully got the oil changed. The light went off. Of course, it came back on again when we returned to church later for a seasonal penance service, but what are you gonna do. After that, a nice plate of bratwurst, and the usual end-of-the-day baffled reflection on how one never gets anything done. Maybe tomorrow. If I get some sleep tonight.
