I would like to say I’m damned tired of this weather. At this point, we’re on our fourth day of rain, and I am sick of feeling moist every moment of the day. I’m still trying to rehydrate myself after Monday’s vom-fest, and the biggest problem I’m still dealing with is alternating chills and sweats. I’m usually ok during the day, as it’s easy enough to simply push up sleeves. At night, I have to plan what I’m wearing and hope it works in my favor. The night before last wasn’t great, so I modified my chosen sleepwear last night. I remade the bed so everything was all nice and smooth and tight in the right places. Choosing a minimalist approach to bedclothes, I skipped all the extras – no underthings, just a tank top and shorts.
I still woke up at least twice with the dampness.
I was able to spend some time alone in the house yesterday. Mom spent a couple of hours with Brian’s uncle. I took the chance to watch Netflix on a big screen while I ate lunch. Briefly – very briefly – I considered going to Wendy’s for a treat. Instead, I opted to eat the second half of a yogurt cup I started on Friday. While I wanted it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish it. As it was, I tried to eat a little stick of string cheese later in the afternoon and tossed it after eating maybe a third of it.
When Mom finally came home, we took a drive to Aldi for some food for dinner. She’d been wanting roast chicken since the weekend. Brian’s Mom made some last Friday and Mom wanted it again. I grabbed a couple of packs of shaved steak and we’re having steak sandwiches tonight.
I don’t have any plans today. Mom is going with a friend who had knee surgery a couple of months ago and shouldn’t be driving as much as she does. In the meantime I’ll be drinking more water.
All fucking day.
