SandLizard of Simmer
Jul. 30th, 2018 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI woke up at 6 this morning, and my asthma was bothering me again, to the point where I couldn't go back to sleep. Finally I went downstairs, used my inhaler, and waited for it to start working. I was up for an hour and then crawled back into bed, because I couldn't really face another day on less than six hours of sleep. Then I did go back to sleep, and didn't get up again till nearly 11. This is what I have to do to get something resembling eight hours. Blahhhhh . . . . I dreamed I went into what I thought was a restaurant, and it turned out to be the club car of the train to Kalamazoo. I was worried, because I hadn't bought a ticket. I hoped I could get out in Kalamazoo and go home on the next train, because I didn't want to go all the way to Chicago. The scenery was nice--lots of scenic views of blue water. However, the train to Kalamazoo in real life doesn't run along the lake shore. I realized I was dreaming. I turned to my seatmate and said, "I afraid I'm in trouble because I don't have a ticket. But I'm only here in a dream." She gave me a weird look, and I realized that sounded kind of crazy. I thought about how hard it is to explain that two modes of being can coexist in the same time and space. And then I woke up. So that took up most of the morning--but on the other hand, I felt so much better for what was left of the day.
I'm working on the chronology problem with my WIP, which is annoying because it involves so much back story it should be another novel. I'm having to water all my plants because it hasn't rained in ages, and isn't going to any time soon. Yesterday, I was out in the back yard, when there was a tremendous clap of thunder. I went inside. There was more thunder, and apparently it rained north of here, but never came as far as my yard. I'm slowly working my way through a big basket of ironing--two shirts for the Sparrowhawk and two for me, and a pile of napkins. The napkins include a stack of what I'm guessing are bridge napkins that used to belong to the Sparrowhawk's mother. I found them in the course of my reorganizing during the storage purge, and washed them. They are small, dainty squares, with embroidery in the corner. They must be 70 years old! I have many cloth napkins of my own as well, most of them from my parents' house. My theory is that I might as well use them till they fall apart, as opposed to using and throwing away paper ones.
I'm working on the chronology problem with my WIP, which is annoying because it involves so much back story it should be another novel. I'm having to water all my plants because it hasn't rained in ages, and isn't going to any time soon. Yesterday, I was out in the back yard, when there was a tremendous clap of thunder. I went inside. There was more thunder, and apparently it rained north of here, but never came as far as my yard. I'm slowly working my way through a big basket of ironing--two shirts for the Sparrowhawk and two for me, and a pile of napkins. The napkins include a stack of what I'm guessing are bridge napkins that used to belong to the Sparrowhawk's mother. I found them in the course of my reorganizing during the storage purge, and washed them. They are small, dainty squares, with embroidery in the corner. They must be 70 years old! I have many cloth napkins of my own as well, most of them from my parents' house. My theory is that I might as well use them till they fall apart, as opposed to using and throwing away paper ones.
use them until they're rags
Date: 2018-07-31 06:37 am (UTC)