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Somehow forgot to take meds yesterday afternoon and by the time I remembered it was late evening and pointless because I was going to sleep, right? But I didn't. White night with aching elbows-- both of which might have been attributable to the weather. Anyway, got up at 2 and read a cozy Anglican mystery one-eyed until past three, when I made myself go back to bed. I could have stayed awake probably till 6 but doing that invites sleeping to noon and headaches, whereas sleep, or at least bed, before 4 will see me awake six hours later. And did, but have felt crappy all day. Which might, again, be the weather.
When I got up my sidewalk and front path had been cleared by, I think, Sadie's mom: because Good Neighbour Chris always does his south neighbour Signora as well as me, and when I went outdoors to check the presence or absence of freezing rain, Signora was shovelling her sidewalk. We may have had some freezing sleet to begin with yesterday but the sidewalk seemed gritty not smooth and the snow falling was definitely snow. Late afternoon it seemed closer to rain, so I sprinkled the last of the realio trulio rock salt on the sidewalk, and that should hold it for any pedestrians.
The cozy Anglican etc is a kindle ebook and I should be reading my library ebook instead. But it's The War for the Oaks, considered a classic forerunner of urban fantasy, and it's giving me oogie flashbacks to Racefail 2007, and not just because of the author's husband. Elizabeth Bear also had a pooka with unfortunate overtones, and I keep expecting Bull's to go there because, well, she too was one of the GoHs that behaved so badly during that confrontation. So yeah. Maybe I'm better off with 6'1 female Anglican deacons.
When I got up my sidewalk and front path had been cleared by, I think, Sadie's mom: because Good Neighbour Chris always does his south neighbour Signora as well as me, and when I went outdoors to check the presence or absence of freezing rain, Signora was shovelling her sidewalk. We may have had some freezing sleet to begin with yesterday but the sidewalk seemed gritty not smooth and the snow falling was definitely snow. Late afternoon it seemed closer to rain, so I sprinkled the last of the realio trulio rock salt on the sidewalk, and that should hold it for any pedestrians.
The cozy Anglican etc is a kindle ebook and I should be reading my library ebook instead. But it's The War for the Oaks, considered a classic forerunner of urban fantasy, and it's giving me oogie flashbacks to Racefail 2007, and not just because of the author's husband. Elizabeth Bear also had a pooka with unfortunate overtones, and I keep expecting Bull's to go there because, well, she too was one of the GoHs that behaved so badly during that confrontation. So yeah. Maybe I'm better off with 6'1 female Anglican deacons.