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My Sunday was filled with cooking - I did up a big breakfast, which carried us through until midafternoon when we had ice-cream, then I made apple-crisp and we had some of that and MORE ice-cream, and I made chicken parm as our big meal for the week. Did a lot of dishes. Also, in the morning, worked on my curtains. Very annoyed - both of them came out too short, even though I measured carefully. Apparently they need to be longer because the crumpling on the rod sucks up length. They're doing for the moment, though, and still look better than the rags which were hanging over the front door windows.
Just remembered that I have yet to finish uploading all the pics I took of the Faire. Come to that, though, I actually have not yet uploaded all the pics of England. I think one problem, here, is that I really took way too many and haven't made choices about what is the MOST worthwhile to look at. It makes the job of uploading overwhelming. And then nobody gets to see anything, so where's the point in pics?
We got ourselves a new comforter for the bed, one of the medium weight down quilts from L.L. Bean, and sweated like mad last night. We used it the night before, too, but I guess being too warm didn't bother us because we'd both taken allergy meds. Last night was miserable. I spent way too much time in that dreaming-but-half-awake state, which I hate, and thrashing around. I've heard that sativa will put you in that state and I don't have any desire to try it out because I find that really fucking annoying. I was variously convinced, at different times, that I'd been adopted when I was 11 years old (not true) that we had a door into the basement instead of the hall closet(1) and into another part of the building through some unused back rooms that don't exist. (Unused back rooms that don't exist are a constant theme in dreams for me, not sure why.)
It also didn't help that the train went through, sounding like it was in a hurry, at 1:36AM, and back through at 4:35AM. I was then wide awake, and started thinking about "Wild, Wild West."
I probably just needed more exercise, rather than just wearing myself out with cooking. And possibly less sugar. I also ate the apple peels coated in brown sugar and rice powder, baked. Yum.
Maaan, I'm being completely frikken useless, today. I mean, yeah, I'm not going to get around to everything, but it seems I should get around to something. All I've done is read, and a little stretching. All I want to do is sleep. :P For real sleep, not toss and turn!
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(1) This was my brain playing with known fact, because it's obvious that the hall closet was, at one time, the door to the basement.
Just remembered that I have yet to finish uploading all the pics I took of the Faire. Come to that, though, I actually have not yet uploaded all the pics of England. I think one problem, here, is that I really took way too many and haven't made choices about what is the MOST worthwhile to look at. It makes the job of uploading overwhelming. And then nobody gets to see anything, so where's the point in pics?
We got ourselves a new comforter for the bed, one of the medium weight down quilts from L.L. Bean, and sweated like mad last night. We used it the night before, too, but I guess being too warm didn't bother us because we'd both taken allergy meds. Last night was miserable. I spent way too much time in that dreaming-but-half-awake state, which I hate, and thrashing around. I've heard that sativa will put you in that state and I don't have any desire to try it out because I find that really fucking annoying. I was variously convinced, at different times, that I'd been adopted when I was 11 years old (not true) that we had a door into the basement instead of the hall closet(1) and into another part of the building through some unused back rooms that don't exist. (Unused back rooms that don't exist are a constant theme in dreams for me, not sure why.)
It also didn't help that the train went through, sounding like it was in a hurry, at 1:36AM, and back through at 4:35AM. I was then wide awake, and started thinking about "Wild, Wild West."
I probably just needed more exercise, rather than just wearing myself out with cooking. And possibly less sugar. I also ate the apple peels coated in brown sugar and rice powder, baked. Yum.
Maaan, I'm being completely frikken useless, today. I mean, yeah, I'm not going to get around to everything, but it seems I should get around to something. All I've done is read, and a little stretching. All I want to do is sleep. :P For real sleep, not toss and turn!
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(1) This was my brain playing with known fact, because it's obvious that the hall closet was, at one time, the door to the basement.