Sunday Busy

I rose on Sunday at 7 with my alarm, which seemed early, and it was dark out. It was time change morning, and it sucked. I made coffee as I did not assemble the night before; instead, I set all the clocks. I found the kitchen and my office and watched the sunrise on a cool but dry morning for us. Later, we would get some Oregon Mist, but no rain. It was a warm day, and no coats were needed, but I put one on in the car for the Oregon Mist.

I wrote the blog and managed to complete it before I needed to get dressed to go to church. Shower and the end of the application of one cream for two weeks. I am also running low on one that worked. I will likely refill it soon. I have to schedule a needle biopsy for the tumor in my neck and a colonoscopy. Yes, that sounds like joy. I also have to message my primary doc to refill my prescriptions at the local pharmacy, as I have changed insurance. There is no end to medical stuff as you get to the 60+ range. Stay young!

I drove to church and arrived on time. I took up my position in the back as an usher. I was busy with various food items for the future (pancake breakfast for Easter morning and Jamabolya for next Sunday after-church lunch with a speaker on Black Poineers after the service). At one point, I put down my coffee, missed, and spilled it all over a table and the floor. Z and I were cleaning that up for a while. The new flooring cleaned up with a wipe.

Dondrea gave a witness in the service about food and our experience meeting folks (here at clock 17:11). It was excellent, and I can recommend it. Ken followed up with a brief but history-based sermon that connected to one of Saint Paul’s visits about not returning violence with violence (at 33:30 on the same link). The two presentations fit well together. Recommended too!

I then, turning down an offer for lunch, headed home, dragging a bit, as time change always seems confusing and exhausting. Like being sick or recovering from a car wreck, nothing feels right. I found myself sleeping in my chair after stir-frying frozen Trader Joe’s Chicken Fried Rice for lunch. After two naps, I finally rose, still feeling like this day is just messed up.

I spoke with Deborah and discussed some cooking options. I took Air VW the Gray to M@’s place for Dungeons & Dragons. While details cannot be mentioned here as this is copyrighted material, in all of my D&D play, I have never seen a dragon’s breath weapon recharge every round! Our not-combat-centric group did well, and the dragon ran. We managed to heal everyone (though one player was on two death saves). Sadly, the finale will be while I am traveling, but I hope for a good report. It was more classic blasting and fighting this time than our group is used to. It was fun.

I drive home, and it seems very late. I assemble bread for the bread machine and send it on. But it will fail as I was careless and tossed it in the morning. I will try again on Monday. Puke!

I have a long list of items for Monday! I don’t read and just sleep. I wake as my tummy is hurting again. I took the same med last Sunday, and the reaction is familiar. Hmmmm. I will be up and down in the early morning on Monday to allow my colon to release. Ugh, but no ‘code browns.’

I rise at 7:30 on Monday. It seems early, I am tired, but like summer early. I like it. My weight is down again to 226. Again, not the recommended approach for weight loss (yuk!), but it is at least something!

Thanks for reading!