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Sunday so far

I turned off the computer around 11:30 p.m.  I stayed up reading until 1:30 a.m.  I don't think it took me a very long time to get to sleep.  I woke up at 7:30 a.m. for no apparent reason.  The dreaded reflux demon (see Storm Grant's Few Are Chosen) was striking hard.  I took medicine for that.

S.M. and I made plans for me to meet her after she got back home from church.  It will be nice to see her.

I chatted with A.W.

Later: S.M. and I got salads from Wendy's and took them back to her house.  We ate on her sunporch, watching the birds at her bird feeder and bird bath.  We saw cardinals, blue jays, blue birds, crows and the birds technically known by birders as "little brown jobs."  Also I saw a monarch butterfly near her phlox.  Her Japanese anenome was blooming, and she had some lovely tuberous begonias.  I tried to get her computer to talk to her printer, but did not succeed.  I succeeded in helping her with her e-mail, though.

I saw that YMCA-P. had tried to call me last night.  I left a text message for him.

When I got home, I cleaned the car windshield off.  It had little foggy places where sap got on it.  A spicebush swallowtail butterfly circled around me several times.  I watered the little patchouli.  I thought it was supposed to rain all weekend, and we didn't get any rain here inland.

I chatted with A.W. again.

A Musketeers A/B/O fic that I thought had been abandoned over a year and a half ago finally had the last chapter posted.  I couldn't believe it.  I never thought it would actually be finished.  I was happy.

I realized that YMCA-P. wouldn't be at work because it was a Sunday, and called him.

The mistflower that got by after the extensive weeding Dad and I did by the west side of the house is in bud.  Mostly what survived is in the herb garden and in flowerpots.  I knew some would still be there.

I texted a little with WhiteSheepCBD.

Later still: I talked with a lot of people today, for me.  One was in person, and a couple more were people I'd met in person.  So I got my socialization in.  Still, I feel like I could've used my particular job skills today and I didn't have any jobs ready to work on.  Maybe tomorrow.

J. wrote to me.  I told him that to get the plural of our last name, you just add an "s."  You don't need an apostrophe, I said.  That makes it a possessive, and LastName's means that something belongs to that one particular LastName.  Your door knocker is wrong, I said.  Your engraver didn't know the proper punctuation either.  I said that I hated to break it to him, but that I'd been in editor mode all day and hadn't had anything to edit.  


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Gina Storm Grant
Sep. 7th, 2016 03:45 pm (UTC)
The Reflux Demon
Ha! I have felt like that myself. Send that creep back to Hell where he belongs. Fell better soon.
~ Stormy
Sep. 8th, 2016 12:24 am (UTC)
Re: The Reflux Demon
Every so often an author replies when I comment on a book. I enjoyed "Few Are Chosen" and wanted more with those characters. The story was complete, but I liked the strokes of backstory and the promise of the future.
Gina Storm Grant
Sep. 8th, 2016 12:18 pm (UTC)
Re: The Reflux Demon
I'm so glad you liked it. If there's any other of my books you'd like to read, I'd be delighted to fire over a free copy in exchange for a review.
Sep. 9th, 2016 02:04 am (UTC)
Re: The Reflux Demon
I e-mailed you with my neyronrose e-mail. I appreciate your well-wishes. Prilosec (generic: omeprazole) has helped me greatly over the last couple of years. Very little now of burning my throat. No burning my Doc Martens.
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