I’m sure you’re
just dying for a report on how my day went yesterday (and, even if you're not, pretend). First, I went to Costco
and my left hearing aid was adjusted while the right one has been sent in for
repair…Karma managed to bite each of them last fall when I was temporarily out
of my mind and stupid enough to leave them on the table after she ate my
previous pair. So, I’m hearing on the left side, but not so much on the right.
My exercise class was cancelled
because the senior center was closed for today and all next week for a deep
disinfecting. My comment on that has to do with the fact that no one had the
coronavirus there; and, once it’s disinfected, all it will take is one…that’s
ONE…person with a coronavirus germ to come in and touch something to expose us
all again. Okay, I guess that’s better safe than sorry, but I was just getting
into the swing of things after being gone for a couple of weeks.
I did meet one of my two friends at
Bongos (the other one was ill, hopefully not coronavirus) and we had a
wonderful lunch. I had a pineapple hard cider, but wouldn’t order it again. I
ordered a sandwich for lunch and a plate to go for dinner, plus an order of
plantains for dessert.
Okay, I know you’re wondering about
the food I ordered yesterday. I did have the quiche before I went to bed. The
German chocolate cake is still waiting in the fridge as is the Jamaican chicken,
beans and rice I ordered today. I’ve a feeling I have enough food for dinner
for today and tomorrow both.
Once lunch was over and my friend and
I said our farewells, I planned to come home and work on the taxes, but once
here, I didn’t want to. The laundry was folded all over the dining room table
and chairs…and still is…and I just didn’t want to deal with anything. So, I got
myself some water, the book I was reading yesterday and went to the couch with
the doggies. I didn’t end up sleeping, or dozing, the afternoon away, but it
was close. Instead I read, but I’m sure if you asked me, I wouldn’t necessarily
be able to tell you the name of the book, author, or storyline.
Now, it’s getting into the evening,
about 7:00 pm, and I’m sure I’ll be
heading for my bed before long. I checked my fitbit and last night, I slept for
more than nine hours…that’s after “dozing” for almost two hours in the
afternoon. I guess I’m a bit depressed or at least that’s what I’m telling
myself. So, the extra sleep, dozing, etc., is probably good for me even though
it annoys the hell out of me.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ve
already promised myself I’ll get up and deal with the income and property taxes
as well as put away the laundry, and figure out what else I need to take care of since I’ve had a two-day pity party. And, okay, it wasn’t really a pity party,
but maybe just some down time I needed. I am reminding myself that I need to be
kind to me, myself and I. Still, some days that reminder doesn’t do much at all
for me, myself and I. Instead, we huddle together and wait for a better day…that
will be tomorrow, I promise me, myself and I.