Good morning, my friends. The tea is hot, the local news is on, and best of all, IT’S NOT SNOWING. I’ve only been up since 6 am. While it’s better than the 4:03 am from the other day, I’d have preferred a bit more time. Unfortunately, I think my sleep schedule will be borked completely until I’m finally in Florida.
Everything is borked, if I’m going to be honest. I’m not eating; either I’m not hungry and forgetting lunch, or eating lunch and forcing down half my dinner. Yesterday was a little of both, and I forced myself to have a PBJ for lunch and choked down half my dinner. I wasn’t feeling very well last night, cut short date night with Shawshank, and went to bed about an hour early.
My sister and I finally touched base last night. I feel bad. She’s working the bare minimum so she can keep medical benefits for the family. Last week, my oldest nephew was sick with what turned out to be scarlet fever. This week, they’ve been helping out a friend who lost a parent and needs to deal with everything that entails. I might be able to go down there today, if she doesn’t have the friend’s kids. Otherwise, maybe Thursday, when she has the day off.
I finished another wreath yesterday. It’s been in a mostly finished state for the last week. I felt like it needed something more, and finally got around to adding the extra bit it needed.
The whole thing is made from two sexual health/education books, “The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Sex” (1949) and “How to Attain and Practice the Ideal Sex Life” (1969). Both books had a lot of diagrams and illustrations, and bits of them are still visible in some of the flowers. Consequently, I’m calling it the “find the clit” wreath. Depending on who ends up with this wreath, I may actually let them in on the secret.
In case anyone is wondering, the steer is still on the lam.
