My brain is on its' own version of dial up today, which is a sad thing for grey matter already working around the ups and downs of blood glucose levels and the usual over 40 (now over 50) fuzziness that happens at times. I can hardly remember my corporate days, in my 20s and 30s, when I could do three things at once. Now I am fortunate when I can remember my grocery list of three items!
I spent the morning teaching my co-op literature class and playing with babies in the nursery (I volunteered for an hour in the nursery to get my baby fix since I have no little ones near me to play with). Then, the afternoon was spent at the library while my husband and son carried forty boxes from the top floor of the library's storage garage to the main floor in preparation of the upcoming library sale. At least I could stay inside where I perused Victoria's The Pleasure of Tea and checked it out for the sixth (or seventh) time.
I had to give my windows a sad glance and a promise to (attempt) a washing tomorrow. (Yes...I am still fighting the infection and I plan to go outside. My mother is rolling over in her grave, I am certain of it!) However, we have Winter Storm Watches very near us, creeping closer each day. I prefer getting the windows washed before standing in a foot of snow. (Of course, the reason I didn't wash them sooner was the absolutely amazon size spiders that nested in the greenery right below my south facing windows. I'll take my chances with the snow, thank you.)
All this to say, I hope to be back tomorrow with something to say other than whining. That is, however, one nice thing about having a blog. I do have someplace to whine.