Well, dear readers, sleeping beauty is currently not sleeping nor a beauty, but here I am, doing my duty, writing these here notes, and being a good egg (over medium). The sleeping part of sleeping beauty is apt, as I didn’t fall asleep until four-thirty and woke up an hour later. Went back to bed – woke up an hour later, all thanks to those damn spicy wings that I should have tossed. Ghost pepper, my ASS. When did all this “hot” or “spicy” stuff begin, anyway? When did ghost pepper become a thing? Anyway, two hours of sleep certainly wasn’t going to cut the mustard nor the mayo nor the ketchup. It’s all these young kiddies who make a living doing lame food reviews for social media. So, I just did stuff on the Internet, wrote a little bit, ordered some spinach artichoke dip and a chopped Italian salad from CPK. It arrived around noon, I ate it all up and was so full I thought I was going to explode. I watched a bit of Torn Curtain but couldn’t really concentrate, so I just went back to bed. But the tummy trouble from the ghost pepper wings persisted and I slept only fitfully until six-thirty. I got up, answered e-mails, did a few things that needed doing, had the food, and then just went back to bed at one-thirty. I slept until about six-thirty but with lots of throat clearing. I got up, did some stuff, then at seven plopped back in bed and slept until eight-thirty but with lots of throat clearing. I got up, watched another twenty minutes of Torn Curtain but couldn’t really concentrate, although even though it says it’s the new UHD transfer, I’m not sure it is. The color’s off and it certainly resembles the older Blu-ray transfer. Trying to find out if Prime screwed up somehow. Then I had a telephonic call, after which I began writing these here notes. I got about half this paragraph done, then decided to sit on the couch like so much fish and check out the Tube of You. Of course, I instantly fell asleep and now it’s almost one o’clock. See what I mean about sleeping beauty. The big difference is I woke up without a consensual or non-consensual kiss from someone identifying as a prince. Or is that Snow White? I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about. Anyway, I missed most of the day and evening and today will have to play catch up. And that, I think, was all that happened yesterday, but with lots of throat clearing. Thankfully, as I write these here notes, the throat clearing has abated.
Today, I’ll certainly be up by noon, I’ll do whatever needs doing, which is plenty, I’ll eat, sometime between two and four a garage person will be showing up to fix the garage door and that will be lovelier than lovely because doing it manually every day for the past two weeks has made my arms pretty sore. Did you know, for example, that sore is eros spelled backwards? Make of that what you will.
At six, I’ll mosey on over to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes. And that has reminded me that today is the final day of November, and that tomorrow is the last month of 2023, a little month I like to call December. And it is my fervent hope and prayer that December will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.
Then I’ll go to the theater, clean a few things, have a brush-up rehearsal, and then come home (I may not stay for the entire thing) and watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll do some banking, we’ll hopefully announce two CD releases, our first in eleven months, and then we’re back doing a three-show weekend. I’ll definitely see the evening show, I may skip Saturday night, but will see the matinee.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by noon, do whatever needs doing, eat, hopefully have the garage door fixed, hopefully pick up two important envelopes, have a brush-up rehearsal, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Do you like this spicy food trend? Do you like spicy foods? How much heat can you take? Do you like this hot chicken trend? Do you like putting some sort of hot sauce over every single thing, as people seem to do? In other words, do you like the big heat? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hopefully have a good beauty sleep.