Well, dear readers, isn’t this supposed to be the holiday season? A time of good cheer and happy, smiling faces? And yet, here I sit, not knowing if it’s allergies or Covid or both, but not having a lot of Covid symptoms. I don’t feel like the holiday season, I don’t feel good cheer, happy, smiling faces doesn’t even enter into it and I just keep waiting for all that to arrive. It is quite clear that there will be no modern major miracle this Christmas season. The dog will be gone as of eight tonight, and then I think I’ll know if it was allergies – well, maybe not until after she of the Evil Eye finishes her cleaning tomorrow. I’m hoping it was, but I do have some tests on their way to me, just in case. We’ll see if I’m better by Friday – that will be the day I have to decide whether it’s safe to have the DO or not. I watched nothing, I believe it’s now raining so no more going out for the dog, although she went outside three times today and an hour ago she firmly didn’t want to go. Of course, the rain will further exacerbate the allergies. Oh well, today is the last of it – a walk, two meals, treats, and then she’ll happily return to her mom. I do think she got used to me and even liked me. Now, despite how it may appear in this paragraph, I don’t really like complaining like this but I’m just finding it difficult to find the joy in joyous, so that I’m only left with the ous. I wonder if the Darling Daughter is even coming for Christmas, given her eleven days in India. I’ll take my Claritin-D and my Mucinex-D in about thirty minutes. I’ll take a long hot shower after that. Anyway, today was the same as yesterday and the day before. I tried to do some work on one of the book ideas, just to get into it with a couple of paragraphs. Then I’ll try to do a couple of paragraphs on the other idea. In the end, I don’t really have to write a book next year because I did two this year. Or perhaps I just won’t start on the first, if I even make it to the first.
I got up at ten-thirty, was a mass of phlegm and congestion, and it took about two hours to get past that. We had our walk, she did both businesses, I fed her meal one, I answered e-mails, made some Wacky Noodles, which were good – not as much as I usually make. More walks, more businesses, some treats, meal two, and then I got in bed and immediately slept two hours. An hour later, I sat in the living room armchair and fell asleep again for another hour. And that, Ripley’s Believe It or Not, was it for the day and evening.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, we’ll have our walk with businesses, meal one, I’ll figure out what I’ll eat, some treats, another walk, meal two and then we wait for the Darling Daughter’s friend to come pick up Sophie the Dog. I’ll also try to write a bit – it just may be that I shouldn’t even try until I’m feeling better. Once dog is gone, I’ll be able to sit on my couch like so much fish and won’t that be lovely?
Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye will be here and I’ll have to go eat a light breakfast somewhere and then do stuff. Once back home, I’ll hopefully be feeling better and I can make a decision about the Do, although that may not be until Friday. It’s a LOT of work, as you all know. Saturday, I’ll try to feel some joy with the ous because one really should. And then, if all goes according to Hoyle, it’s the Do on Sunday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, walk, meal one, my meal, another walk, meal two, the departure of Sophie the Dog and the return of the couch to my very own self. You know what else I’d like? A few damn orders. We haven’t had a single solitary order in over a week. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping for even a modicum of joy.