Wednesday No Games

Z had a school thing on Wednesday evening, so I won’t be gaming at First United Methodist tonight. Wednesday started with me trying to rise before 8. My nights are stretching late, and early starts are thus difficult. I got going 7ish and found liberal coffee and a banana. I added an everything bagel from Zabar’s in NYC (thanks, Joyce), toasted with cream cheese. I wrote the blog. I read the inescapably political news and updated my transactions for my accounts in Quicken.

I finished the blog and was dressing when Corwin called. The dentist had finished, but Corwin needed some help. We went to the pharmacy and got better drugs for $17. Corwin then spent the day at my home until late. The painkillers require no food for a few hours. I cleaned the bathroom and floors while he rested. I then headed to Safeway to get some cleaning items, flowers, and items for Deborah’s visit. I next stopped at the local Chinese place and ordered two bowls of soup, BBQ pork fried rice, and twice-cooked pork with cabbage (I ordered sweet and sour pork; they got that wrong, and I decided to try it; not bad).

I continued to clean and organize the house. I used the new cleaning supplies to wash the shower and floors. I put the rugs back. It is funny that I now have one from India, Turkey, and Morroco. Having them back in place and walking on them again was lovely.

I tried to make scones from a berry mix from the King Arthur Baking Company. I did not cut the mix into butter but instead mixed it like a cake mix. I also put in too much milk. I scooped the messy concoction onto a sprayed parchment paper-lined half-sheet metal pan. I backed it a little longer, and Corwin thought it was excellent. The butter melted into the cake-like structure, making it lucious. Corwin had two. I had some, too.

Corwin finished the leftover Chinese-style food. I shared the fortune cookie, and mine said, “Be prepared to modify your plan. It’ll be good for you!” Hmmm. I drove Corwin home. He was much better (and I heard from him on Thursday that he is good and has little or no pain).

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I stayed up, finished a load of laundry, and made scones by cutting in the butter properly and using less milk. They were good and more familiar in form and structure. I headed to bed late. I showered and soon was in bed. I had no breathing issues, but I had taken painkillers to reduce any swelling in my lungs. Simple solution to complex issues.

I woke at 3ish. The temperature had fallen outside, and the wind was higher. The gate to the backyard was slamming into the house every few moments. It had woken me, and I proved hydration. I tried to ignore the slamming, but I put on my robe, grabbed a flashlight, added my slippers, and risked a late-night adventure. The latch was bent from the slamming, but I got it back in place with frustration and some strength (mainly of the former and various impolite words used to focus my actions). The gate was closed, and it stayed closed. I returned to bed; now I was tired and awake and cold. My mind wanders when I am exhausted and cold to horrors and scary things, and I become frightened. The solution is the same as when I was a kid, I turned on a light and read until I started to nod off. When I was a kid, it was Sword and Sorcery books; now, it is a mystery. I turned off the light and slept. “Music to Sleep By” from Alexa covered the house noises as the wind and temperature changes made the usual noises. I did not wake up until my alarm sounded. It was a rough morning.

Thanks for reading.