As is my habit, I didn’t get to sleep until after 11. I’m not an “in bed by 8” person but I do like to get there by 10 at the latest. Sometimes I’m up later than that but it’s usually because of something I’m doing that I don’t want to stop until I finish it. Would that it were housecleaning…
Determined not to take another dose of cough medicine, I drank 16 ozzies of water and went to bed. Lately, I’ve been practicing deep breathing to get rid of the gunk in my lungs so I did that last night. I started coughing. I coughed. And coughed. And coughed some more. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had seen toenails in the tissue along with thin, clear Stuff. Well, I probably would have but I was coughing HARD. One of my Facebook friends had advised me to rub Vicks VapoRub on the bottoms of my feet, put on socks and sleep that way. Surely it hadn’t traveled to my lungs that quickly. Mother used to pop a dollop of Vicks in my mouth and tell me to swallow it (I obeyed). That was one of her favorite treatments so I got it often. It was after I was an adult I read on the jar that it’s for external use only. I didn’t die, anyway.
After the umpteenth coughing fit I got up and took some cough medicine.
Twinkle woke me at the crack of dawn, moaning outside my door. I crawled out of bed and started my day.
My CIL came over while I was still in my housecoat and asked for some cat food. A calico tom with a bob tail has taken up with him since Pooky disappeared. My cousin was going to pick up some food but he wanted to go ahead and feed the cat. I explained that Twinkle eats food that’s a prescription diet and other cats can’t eat it. I was sorry I couldn’t help him out but the cat doesn’t look like it’s missed any meals.
I think yesterday pretty much wore me out but I’ve walked to the mailbox, checked on my cilantro (it’s still alive), changed the bed, done two loads of laundry, rebounded for 25 minutes, and almost finished up the dishes. I had to leave one pan soaking. It was the victim of a failed attempt at making vegan rice pudding.
This afternoon, I heard a buzzing in the kitchen window. There was, I think, a carpenter bee big enough to carry Twinkle off. I grabbed a plastic container and an envelope big enough to cover the opening. I waited until it was up on the window far enough and caught it. My cousin was weed-eating around the grow boxes (thank you SO much!) and when I showed it to her, she said she would have killed it. I told her it was so big, I would have felt like it was murder.
That reminds me. There’s been some kind of wasp or hornet trying its best to build a nest between the storm door and the front door. I have torn it down I don’t know how many times and it would come back and start over again. You’d have to say it was persistent. Last week when I went to Walmart, I got a can of WD-40. When I got home, I sprayed the little nest with it. When the critter tried to start one farther over, I sprayed that one. It gave up and went away after I aimed the can at it. I haven’t seen it back. Maybe it got the hint.
Cousin really worked today. She took care of the weed-eating around my house and the old house, the grow boxes, and, I’m sure, her own place. Talk about energy! I don’t know where she gets it. I wish she could share.
I asked Genese about the release and she said she signed it the morning after the test and that the results were to be faxed to the audiologist. Well, that fax takes a long time because it hasn’t gotten there yet. I think I’m more antsy about this than she is.
My doctor predicted I would feel better by today and he was right. I’m still not prepared to take on the world but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I know it isn’t a train headed my way.
Twinkle has been dosed and fed for the night. I’ve done what I could today and am looking forward to not having pressure to do more during the Sabbath hours. God knew what He was doing when He set aside the seventh day as the rest day. I’m so glad I can enjoy it.