A day of work, and a day of rest

Monday, January 19, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015

1/19
I woke up this morning around 9:30 and texted my sister, because she was going to come up and do some running with me to get some donations for the upcoming Quarter Auction at church.  This wasn't going to be a whole lot of fun for her, but it would get her out of the house, and I was gonna feed her lunch, so she had agreed to it.
After she got up and got ready, she came up to my house, where we both made ourselves large cups of tea.  Then we hit the road.  First up in Bethel, where I hit the businesses here in town that were on my list as being generous enough to have given before.  In and out, in and out - I got in and out of the car so many times.  I left more of our letters than I was successful in getting donations, though, and that was a little discouraging, but I knew that that was how it was going to go.
I worked my way through town, and then out of town, on down 125, only stopping at businesses on my list that we were pretty sure of success at.  After a while, though, I was ready to stop for a while, and so I drove to our furthest destination - Cracker Barrel - so Jean and I could have lunch there.  As we were waiting for our lunch to be served, I asked to see a manager and did my little pitch there, too.  Yay!  Success!  That made me feel better.  Our waitress also was a lady who used to work at a place that I frequented when I was working, and it was good to see her again.  She remembered me, also, and that was pleasant.
Jean and I sat there and enjoyed our lunch - which was breakfast - and then we hit the road again.  We went back to Eastgate, and, once again, it was in and out of the car for me.  A million zillion times!  I did have some success, but I left a lot more letters at a lot more places.  Also, I totally forgot that today is a holiday, and a lot of these places that are usually quiet (except around lunchtime) were really, really busy all day long.  But, the reason Jean could stay with me all day long instead of hurrying home because Corgan was coming home from school was this very same reason.  It just didn't click in my brain.
My back really started to bother me with all the getting in and out of the car, and I had to head back home.  I stopped at the restaurants and stores at the end of Bach-Buxton Road, and then I called it quits.  I was glad that I had the success that I did, but I was glad that I was stopping for the day, too.  I can go back out some other day this week and finish up - I still have to go all the way down Beechmont!

Jean and I got back here.  Jean hung out for a little bit, and then headed home.  No sooner had she left than Ron texted me that he was on his way home, so I put on my gym shoes and walked out to meet him.  I actually got all the way to our half mile marker, and I walked a little way past it when I saw him turn on the end of the road!
Back home, I just flopped in the recliner and didn't do much.  After a bit, I got up to go change my clothes, and while in the bedroom, decided to check my sugar - I'm still not sure why, I didn't feel that bad - and my sugar was 43!  FORTY-THREE!  Not good.  Not good at all.  So, I ate some jelly beans and just laid on the bed.  Ron came in, wondering what was taking me so long, and he said that I was drenched in sweat.  I finally felt strong enough to move back out into the living room, which I did, but I didn't move much from my recliner after that.  Ron made our supper. He made himself a frozen Chinese thing and me a bowl of tuna, which I ate with potato chips.
I ended up falling asleep in my recliner - do you know how long it's been since I've done that? - and Ron woke me up when he got up to go to work.  He said he tried to wake me earlier, but I didn't budge, so he just made sure I was breathing and left me alone.  He did turn off the TV and the lamp, but that was all.  It was weird.


1/20
I woke up this morning around 10.  I don't remember falling asleep last night, but I guess that's a good thing.  I do remember Ron waking me up, and me going on to bed, but I went right back to sleep, so that was good.  I must have really been worn out!!

I got up before noon today, and did my playing Happy Homemaker thing.  I put a load of regular clothes in the washer, and did up most of the dishes that have been sitting there.  I got them all done except the pans, so I thought that I did pretty darn good!  
I put chicken in the crockpot for supper, I played on the pute a little, I sat in my recliner and read a little, and I just took my time doing stuff.  I just didn't want to be so tired I couldn't think.

A little after 3, Ron texted me that he was on his way home.  What?  I'm not ready!  Well, I got ready real quick and took off walking, but I didn't even make it to the curves.  I was extremely lucky that I got as far as I did.  Coming back home, we just chilled until it was time for me to take my shower and get ready for my TOPS meeting.
Going to my meeting, I weighed in.  Phooey!  I have gained about half a pound - .4 to be exact - and I'm not so happy about that, but I'm glad it's not any worse.  I have GOT to get back in some kind of groove and get this under control.  I don't like being on this mesa any more.  I want off!

I got home from the meeting, and we ate our supper - the chicken from the crockpot - while watching NCIS, which ended up being a rerun.  Then I turned on dead guys and got back on the pute, and here I am.

Tomorrow, I am back out on the road, trying to get more donations.  What fun.