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Saturday, 2 April 2022

Lock-down Day 737

Another bad night, though I only woke up once. This morning, Mewthos had a hard time getting me to wake up, get up, and open up! He is very persistent, though, so he did succeed ... eventually.

I had a weird dream where I was given a plane ticket to Germany, and as I'm at the airport to catch the plane, it turns out my passport expired ... that's the dream that woke me up.

Next one, we were selling nails from work, and my car wouldn't start for delivery ... that's when Mewthos finally succeeded in getting me out of bed.

Internet was a bit of an issue, I thought I had published yesterdays post last night. This morning, I found it still in draft ... it took me over an hour to get it published and then create a new post! Well, I spent time cuddling mippies during that hour, as well. They get very cuddly when I'm at the PC.

I'm enjoying filter coffee this morning, but I have a headache. Quite mild, and I hope it won't intensify. Especially, since I'm really stiff from yesterday's mowing.

It took me nearly five full minutes to think of the correct word here. Stiff. It was on the tip of my tongue, so to speak, but just wouldn't come to the front, where I needed it. I'm afraid this is a progression of what I've termed 'selective dyslexia'. And I've also come to realise that it's been going on for a lot longer than I was aware - I've been re-reading old posts, and I keep coming across misspelled words - and I had taken such pride in my English. False pride, it turns out to have been.

Funny thing. When I was a child, even as a young adult, I thought about old age, and I thought that the worst that could happen is, if my mind deteriorates before my body. And yet, now, that it IS my mind, not my body, that is showing the strongest signs of age ... I'm accepting it, without fear or dread.

Of course, it's also possible, that I'm being ridiculously melodramatic, and all I need is a new pair of glasses! I wish I could afford to find out.

For now, I've locked up and I'm about to take a muscle relaxant, and take a nap. I should hang up the laundry first - but I'm not going to ...

Headache is practically gone. I've dozed for about an hour, but didn't sleep. First Janey danced on my tummy, when I turned on my side, she snuggled down in front of my nose for some tummy tickles. When she left, Mini snuggled up to my legs. She stayed until I got up.

There are clouds in the sky, not many this morning, but more now. Rain is forecast for tomorrow, though not today. Although my head feels better, I'm pretty deflated ... low energy.

Phew! At least I managed to hang up the laundry. It's almost half two, rather late, but it should be dry before sundown.

Sigh ... as I was cleaning the fridge, again, it started drizzling - so I had to rush to get the laundry inside. Fast! A few drops hit it, though ... sigh ...

I also cleaned the waste bin drawer again. A really crap job!

I decided to spend some time outside. I probably should have done the steaming, but I didn't feel like it. Instead, I chose to pull the weeds out of that pavement, and then continue with the surrounding area.

When it got a bit too dark, I went and cleared the driveway again - mippies found something to hunt by the tap. Ziva caught a mouse! Somehow, Mini ended up with it ... and brought it to her favourite playground:


It was dead, but she tosses it around, hides it under my duvet ... and eventually she ate it! So, with all that blood on my sheets ... yup! I had to change the sheets!

I've taken a relatively warm bath - I didn't let the water heat up enough for a hot bath. But it was sufficient. But, to be on the safe side, I'm going to take another muscle relaxant tonight. My back is still a bit sore, stiff, not limber. And I would rather not have to deal with it tomorrow.

For dinner, I had steamed potatoes. I'm afraid, I had to throw quite a lot away, as they were rotten! I bought them Thursday! This is seriously uncool!

Well, that's my Saturday ... let's see what tomorrow brings ...

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