November 4th, 2016

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Friday so far

I turned off the computer a few minutes after 11:00 p.m.  I read more of "1919" and then went to bed before 1:00 a.m.  I think I fell asleep fairly quickly.  I woke at 7-something, but went back to bed and managed to go back to sleep.  I woke again at about twenty to ten, and stayed awake that time.

I was headachy when I woke, but didn't feel as weak and sick as I did in the morning on the previous few mornings.  I took my antibiotic, Mucinex, and Advil (for the headache) with breakfast.  They seem to be kicking in.

I read more of "1919."  It's very interesting.

Tonight is Friday Night Friends.  We'll be doing pottery, making cut-out Christmas ornaments, then glazing them in a couple of weeks.

Later: I finished what there is so far of "1919."  It was started in July and has 14 chapters so far, the last update on October 31, so it seems to be an active fic.  The last chapter so far ended on rather a suspenseful note.  That often happens when you catch up on a WIP.

Later than that: I returned more overdue books to the library.  Mom and I went to a grocery store.  My purse strap had broken again, so I brought it back to N.C., who said he'd use a stronger piece of leather.  I carry around about ten pounds of random junk, which is why the straps break.

Later still: I went to Friday Night Friends.  We did pottery ornaments.  I did several cut-out stars and a couple of candy canes.  I scored one of the candy canes on both sides, so it was falling apart, but the art teacher, S., said it could be glued back together.  If the stars turn out all right, I'll give them as presents to relatives.

After the pottery lesson, we went to the gym, where most people played basketball.  V. was back, and he seemed to have a good time.  I cheered on A.J., who made like ten baskets with free throws.  I don't play ball, and I was very tired anyway.  One of the folks in the group, K., was having an emotional breakdown during the evening, but I didn't have the energy to deal with her, and it wasn't my job anyway.  T. and YMCA-S. dealt with her.