Four-day weekend, day three. The sniffles of Friday transformed to full-blown sinus congestion with a headache and ears ringing worse than usual when I woke on Saturday, several hours later than usual. Summer cold? Allergies? Life’s practical jokes? I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s unwelcome. The throat that felt rough and scratchy on Friday felt slightly swollen and looked red today.
It was another day spent hanging around the house wasting time and feeling chilly with the A/C on, turning it off and getting too warm, then turning it on again. Useful tasks were imagined, like wrapping and packing the wine glasses, champagne flutes, and martini glasses, and continuing the purge of items to be donated, but in the end, none of these things were done.
If there had been solid plans on the calendar, I’m sure I would have rallied and met the commitments, but that wasn’t the case. The role of pale, sickly, Victorian ghost-type creature drifting through the house continued. A marathon of The Gilded Age on HBO was stumbled upon and provided a full afternoon and evening of visual entertainment and company.
Kiki, meanwhile, has
taken over the mostly empty spare room where she curls up under a chair or in
the middle of the carpeted room with a view to the main bedroom, keeping an eye on things and mostly ignoring me.
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| First lily of summer 2025. |
There was one thing that prompted action. Yesterday’s memory
of the grass rippling in the breeze, coupled with a forecast for temperatures in
the 90s to over 100 degrees were enough to briefly tear me away from The Gilded Age and get me out to the yard to mow. It
seemed better to knock it out today with sinus issues and a headache than in a
day or two when the grass is taller and the temperature is hovering around 100
degrees and hell-hot.
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