NOT a good day...not at all

Thursday, October 16, 2014


After Ron left this morning, I had a couple of vivid dreams that involved deceased relatives and they freaked me out a little. I don't like remembering my dreams, since they seem to be prophetic when I do.  I finally woke up for good (I thought) around 8:30.  I read a little bit, then let myself fall back asleep.  I didn't wake up until almost 1!  Wow!  Not a good start to the day, but, oh, well.  I got up, but didn't feel real good.  I couldn't get with it, and I couldn't get warm, either.  My back is aching, too, although I think that's probably the arthritis flaring up.  It sure makes me think I'm in for a fun winter....ugh.

I just kinda moped around and didn't do much for a little while, then went in and put in sweats and a long-sleeved shirt and felt a little better.  I also ate a banana, because I couldn't be bothered to make myself anything - not even a bowl of soup.  I did carry the crockpot bowl/pot from out of the fridge to IN the crockpot, so Ron and I could have the rest of the stew for supper tonight.  Yay, me.
I did finally make the pear galette - a fancy pear tart - for me and Ron, because I had to use those pears before they went bad.  Good thing it wasn't hard to do!  I also made a blackberry cobbler, which I sent home with Josh because I didn't have time to bake it and I didn't want it sitting around.  He was stopping to get some other stuff, so I just sent that home with him, too.

I put on a second pair of sweats, a pair of knee-high socks, and my jacket to walk out to meet Ron, although I didn't get very far down Hoover Road this time - he didn't give me much warning!  He forgot that he's supposed to text me a little earlier now.  I guess I'll forgive him this time.
We got back home, watched some Quantum Leap, ate our supper, and then I watched Bones and the football game.

Now -- I'm going to go to bed.  I hear sleeping pills (Tylenol PM) calling my name, as well as my bed.  I sure am hoping that I feel better tomorrow.

I put my food in MFP, and, sure as shooting, got hollered at.  I'm hoping that I don't have a sugar low!  Maybe munching on some dry-roasted peanuts will help.  We shall see.  I can only hope.