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pameladeanStill dragged out, but since I figure it's my blood pressure falling, I know it'll get better in another week, maybe less. I'm feeling a bit more chipper today, really.
Thursday I was still pretty low in energy. I did some pottering. David made baked sole and steamed Brussels sprouts for dinner. There was only enough sole for two people, really, but I don't like sole anyway, and Raphael kindly made me a sandwich ("I've made smushed salmon and salad dressing; would you like a sandwich?" and with a good handful of mixed salad it was absolutely lovely), so I came and sat and ate Brussels sprouts with David and Lydy. Eric called just as we were finishing and we had a delightful conversation. Raphael and I watched "Buffy." Sigh. We had a nice gossip about the characters at their best, however. Raphael is lovely to have such conversations with, and it gets my book-writing energies moving around.
I paid some bills and did a bit of laundry and took out vast amounts of recycling and trash, sensibly doing the latter in the middle of the day while the weather was what one might call at its warmest. I quit when my hands, in good gloves, got numb. We need more snow. It's all wrong for such bitter cold to be able to batter the plant world when the usual defenses are down.
Pamela
Thursday I was still pretty low in energy. I did some pottering. David made baked sole and steamed Brussels sprouts for dinner. There was only enough sole for two people, really, but I don't like sole anyway, and Raphael kindly made me a sandwich ("I've made smushed salmon and salad dressing; would you like a sandwich?" and with a good handful of mixed salad it was absolutely lovely), so I came and sat and ate Brussels sprouts with David and Lydy. Eric called just as we were finishing and we had a delightful conversation. Raphael and I watched "Buffy." Sigh. We had a nice gossip about the characters at their best, however. Raphael is lovely to have such conversations with, and it gets my book-writing energies moving around.
I paid some bills and did a bit of laundry and took out vast amounts of recycling and trash, sensibly doing the latter in the middle of the day while the weather was what one might call at its warmest. I quit when my hands, in good gloves, got numb. We need more snow. It's all wrong for such bitter cold to be able to batter the plant world when the usual defenses are down.
Pamela
