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Saturday 6th February 2021
Spanish: Sábado 6 de Febrero de 2021
Up caught my balance, and off to the kitchenette, and made a brew of Glengettie tea. Then back into the main junk room with the mug, and got the computer on… but not for long, an urgent message from the innards sent in haste to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
I got the updating all finished and posted the blog off. Sent the email link. Went on Facebooking catch-up. That cost me two hours, but I do love it so. But today, I have got to get a few templates done, I’ve none left to use!
The Subconjunctival haemorrhage eye was stingy just a bit, no real pain as such.
I read and replied to some WP comments, got CorelDraw on to upload photos, and then made a strat on graphic creating, for the template making. This is going to be a mammoth job.
The view from the kitchen window had acquired a beautiful red tinge. So I took this picture of it. Not very good, but of course it was the Canon Camera being used.
Took the bags through to the kitchen, I do recall being aghast at the green potatoes in the large bog of potatoes delivered, and struggling to get the things the freezer as it meant bending down, which was currently very painful.
I think I did some CorelDrawing, but not much is there as I type this, in the morning.
I stopped everything, to go and get the ablutions tackled. But was just not up to it, the head was spinning, the shoulder and head aching, and I just sat down to rest.
Not sure how long for, must have been a few hours or so. I constantly got up, checked lights, windows, faucets etc., I couldn’t get top sleep, and the Thought Storms were rampant, getting no rest at all.
When the door chimes rang out.
I struggled with surprising difficulty to the door, it was the postman, who immediately showed concern over how I looked and inquired if I was alright, “Would you like me to call you an ambulance?”
He delivered a letter and a parcel.
I think Sister Jane rang. All confused.
I left everything and sat down again, and stayed there for hours, getting up only for wee-weeing occasionally. Eventually nodding off.
Then got the computer on to finish this post, and let the mind stew as it was going to anyway.
There us now quite like being queried by someone who is ready to call the ambulance for yer.
“Shot yourself in the eye, son?”
A depressing Defcon Level originating from a massive cleanup session that takes yonks. Wot a scene!
Worra worry!
A worry shared, remains.
Aloof, still offering pains,
I’ll be glad when it wanes,
Along with the Thought Hurricanes,
My energy drains…
Worries are best shared,
Ailments must be compared,
Woeful messes to repair,
Testing our patience be not rare,
Our energy is not always there,
When pestilences fill the air…
Well saideth Sire!
I fank you, kind Sir!
Never a dull moment, and the day seemed as if it might be off to a reasonable start.
Ah, often the case, Sir.
Monday morning now, and the red-eye has got Saccades Sandra having a ball with my vision… Oh, well ♫Look on the bright side of life.. bum-bum bum-bum…♫
Cheers.
Always 🙂