13,557 Days Alive
I’m at a solid eight today on the pain scale. I dunno what I did to incur the wrath of my joints, but between my headache and my joint pain, I’ve been barely functioning today.
I need to do laundry. Laundry did not get done today because I couldn’t lift the bag of dirty clothes without wanting to cry.
Dishes got done between Bianco and I tag-teaming it and both doing a little bit at a time as we were able.
Bed didn’t get made.
Dinner got made: herbed, oven-roasted veg with mozzarella melted over it. Potatoes, onions, garlic, and a hearty tomato also broiled to perfection. It was so good.
Sean Michael bailed on me because of reasons. Which, ya know, pissed me off because it went against today’s Plan.
Some crocheting got done, but not much. Even my hands hurt too much. I got to game a bit with a new friend, Gerry. The game was Gremlins, Inc. and I caught on about 2/3rds of the way through the game how to actually play. Whoops. At least I can play again, maybe with Bianco or Gerry.
Bianco and I also gamed, more Wildermyth; and I didn’t die this time! Ended up with a wasting sickness, but whatever. I’ll fight while I can. Heh.
I should go take a shower, but the thought of all that sensation makes me mildly queasy. Maybe tomorrow after I get the laundry done. Gods knows I’ll need one then. What with no air conditioner in the laundromat and all that.
I can’t wait for autumn to come. I also can’t wait till I start my new job. I’ll give them a call if I haven’t heard from them by Friday morning.
I’m going to go take my meds, appease the Duolingo owl, and go to bed, I think.
Take your meds, folks.