fever broke

Perfect sleeping weather. 

Sleep is so important!

I’d say good sleep is

Just as important as good food. 

Maybe it’s a triangle:

Food. Sleep. Movement. 

Maybe that’s all bodies need? 

I hope you and your families 

Had a great Thanksgiving. 

I’m grateful for everyone who reads my blog! 

You’re like family to me. 

Fever? Ha! It was soup. 

The (mom on the case) made some soup. 

Chicken Shreds, and Corn Soup. 

Don’t know why, but some cultures 

Swear by this as a cure for a cold. 

Well it worked. 

Even with a bite or two of corn. 

I ate a bowl of soup and started sweating. 

I haven’t stopped in 2 days. 

Still have COVID night sweats. 

Thanks Lil Apple Watch!

Oddly, my HRV is better. 

Even with this cold. 

The hot toddy is complete 

Mythology. Utter garbage. 

Well, for me. 

I’m so glad I quit drinking. 

You can’t pay me to start again. 

It burns. It’s toxic. No thanks. 

Not a treat. More like a body burden. 

I’m now like a Teetotaler Prohibitionist,

And I’ll hit you in the head with 

My picket sign. 

I guess I would be a 

Monster-totaler since- no tea. Lol. 

Hahaha not really. 

Booze is just not for me. 

I didn’t drink in my 30s or 40s. 

I want to be that kind of person. 

So I pulled out my best

Richard Simmons impression 

And did some Sweating 

To the Oldie. Me. An oldie. 

snarl day

Actual signs in Dallas 

Stolen from a Facebook Friend. 

“I hope your Turkey is not a drag!”

The one and only Julia Child 

In all her awesomeness and loveliness. 

When that traffic hits and those

 reptilian eyes kick in.  

I feel the evil lurking.  

I could have been sleeping. 

Sometimes o think the camera picks up 

On some other aspect of reality. 

Like this is me in 20 years. Lol. 

What’s nuts is- I’ll probably be doing this

EXACTLY in 20 years. 

I have a boring life. Lol. 

Know when to hold them. 

Know when to fold them.  

Know when to walk away. 

Know when to run. 

I should have sat this one out. 

saved by the blog

Ahhhhh. My fave kind of day. 

I wish I were sleeping. 

Not working.  

Awhile ago, a nurse friend

Gave me this. Grand Mariner.  

 I never drank it. 

Saving for a hot toddy. Or company. 

Or a rainy day. 

I poured some out, to drink,

But never did get to drink it. 

So I poured it back in the bottle. 

Well… this is what was left. 

Odd. Shrinkage?  Evaporation? 

Mice? Fergus? 

I give up trying to keep nice things. 

Too fucking cold. 

I coughed and gagged and sputtered 

To the point where I almost pooped

In the bed. (TMI?). 

62° F. Is not good for me. 

Here’s me coughing and sputtering 

And trying to get comfortable. 

I definitely have a cold. 

Not COVID. Not again. Just regular cold. 

So my would-be hacker. 

They went on for 5 days now. 

Trying to get me to give up my password 

Give some money. They hacked my account,

And took a good amount of money. 

Some of which I got back. 

That’s ok. It’s just money. 

The hacker asked me what my email was. 

It was carb something. ???

Well… got ya! 

Red-handed dirty scurvy dog!

Everyone who knows me 

(Daily contact for 13 years) 

Knows this is me. 

Carb Tripper. 

How could she not know that!

I asked the hacker 

(Disguised as Mary) to call me. 

They said they couldn’t. 

They showed me a picture of her driver license! 

And a video of her daughter. 

Now how the hell did they get that? 

I thought they had nabbed her,

Stole her phone, assumed her identity. 

I finally got ahold of her! 

She called back. And said she’s ok. 

Her Facebook page was cloned. 

They just started blogging,

 as though they were her. 

And she didn’t know. From her end,

It all appeared normal. 

So glad she’s OK! 

Vouchsafe my blogging buddy. 

I was about to call the Orange County 

PoPo to get them to do a wellness check. 

Cuz ya just never know. 

Mary was also a music major. 

So I asked her what fraternity 

We were in together. 

Different chapter. Same group. 

Sigma Alpha Iota. 

I asked the hacker 

(Mary masquerader) and she said

“I don’t remember”. 

That’s not possible. 

I need to work on my priorities. 

I’ll shrug when I get robbed. 

Or hacked.or cheated. 

But if the night nurse says I 

Cross-threaded a connection 

And implies I did it 

Absentmindedly. 

Or intentionally. 

Or even maliciously. 

I was ready to walk out. 

I think I’ve got this backwards.  

I like this phase of my life.

I like seeing the things I can work on.  

I’m not judging or shaming.