BroadBean of Celeste
Jan. 11th, 2026 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoYesterday we went to a gathering at a friend's house in the morning, and the ground was still bare and brown. After we'd been there long enough to get our coffee and sit down, the clouds opened and poured down a torrent of snow. It snowed and snowed until everything was veiled once again beneath a layer of fluffy white. And it was unanimously decided that a document we were all discussing should be revised by me. Because of course it should, darling. Sigh. I think the list of desired revisions was longer than the original document. I warned everyone as gently as possible that I would have to focus on their top three or four requests, because there's only so much one can do in two pages. I'n not sure they heard me.
When we got home, the Sparrowhawk went to the store to get some things to make stir fry with. It's been awhile since he cooked anything, and he wanted to do something nice for me, because my stomach has been in a state of rebellion lately. Alas, it was here that the weekend took a turn for the worse. Observing that he might have overdone it a bit, I encouraged him to take a nap and not worry about getting up in time for church or anything. He was still tired after the attempted nap, and we ate our stir fry and then went to bed early. Rest is everything, but sometimes it's hard to get even when you're trying.
Today was a similar day of not getting much done. The Sparrowhawk woke up from his so-called nap still not feeling good. He was chilled, so I put him in the big chair with a couple of blankets and played his favorite Perry Como Christmas album for him. I had some stir fry part 2 for dinner, and it was still very good, but he just wasn't feeling hungry. A bit later, I warmed up some soup for him. Now we're going to watch the Men's Free Skate and have a little ice cream, and then probably go to bed again. It's an exciting life out here in the upper Midwest . . . . Perhaps tomorrow we'll feel good enough to make something happen.
When we got home, the Sparrowhawk went to the store to get some things to make stir fry with. It's been awhile since he cooked anything, and he wanted to do something nice for me, because my stomach has been in a state of rebellion lately. Alas, it was here that the weekend took a turn for the worse. Observing that he might have overdone it a bit, I encouraged him to take a nap and not worry about getting up in time for church or anything. He was still tired after the attempted nap, and we ate our stir fry and then went to bed early. Rest is everything, but sometimes it's hard to get even when you're trying.
Today was a similar day of not getting much done. The Sparrowhawk woke up from his so-called nap still not feeling good. He was chilled, so I put him in the big chair with a couple of blankets and played his favorite Perry Como Christmas album for him. I had some stir fry part 2 for dinner, and it was still very good, but he just wasn't feeling hungry. A bit later, I warmed up some soup for him. Now we're going to watch the Men's Free Skate and have a little ice cream, and then probably go to bed again. It's an exciting life out here in the upper Midwest . . . . Perhaps tomorrow we'll feel good enough to make something happen.
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Date: 2026-01-12 02:15 pm (UTC)