In My Absence, I ...

[copied from dland]

I more or less forgot to write yesterday. I remembered after 9, by which time I'm generally semi-comatose, so I thought I'd spare you all the incoherence. And now here I am.

I've been very tired lately, which is not all that different from not-lately, so I took a nice long nap when I got home yesterday. Today K and I went to the mall after school on an errand or two. Otherwise, let's see.

R is in Philadelphia on a business trip. How weird is it to say that? She says she's in an absolutely huge hotel room, which is of course all paid for by her employers. She'll be back late tomorrow afternoon, and is actually taking the train from the city here to Bizarro Town, since the trains don't run at those times to where she lives, and we'll drive her home later.

The coolest thing, though, is that she sent me an image via email of the poster that will advertise the high school's spring play, with her name very prominently displayed after Written by. I am kvelling my brains out here. It's the wallpaper on my home computer (it being still unadvertised in school.) I expect to get a real printed poster from the club to hang. Heaven knows I'll be buying a mass amount of play tickets, since everyone I know will have to go see it. The ILs are even coming up to see the matinee, with the FIL presumably riding around on his new scooter.

My baby, in the meantime, has an interview next week to start substitute teaching. Where? Oh, you know. None of us can get away from that place, it seems, ever.

Speaking of which, I began my career there, at good ol' Bizarro Town High School, 30 years ago today. Just making note of it.

What else can I tell you? Oh, yesterday Media Girl commented on how nice my eyes looked with the eyeshadow, so I'm all psyched over that. Somebody finally looked at me, I guess. Although K told me today she liked it, too. I guess it's just hard to miss eyeshadow; you can otherwise look like your skin has somehow assumed a healthy glow, but your eyelids will rarely sprout a color combination of mermaid/spring rose.

Oh, and it appears I have a new medical condition, because, you know, it's a day that ends in y. For the last couple of months, since I broke that bone in my right leg and was on the crutches, really, I have had this weird pain in my left foot. It hurts when I first get out of bed in the morning and walk on it; it feels like there's a big rock in my shoe, except I'm barefoot. It's in my left heel. Once I'm up and walking, I'm okay, but if I sit still for awhile and get up, it feels the same. I mentioned to the doctor last week only that I have occasional pain in my feet, which she said was probably arthritis, which most of it probably is, but I didn't go into detail about the specific thing with my left heel. Then, last night, for some reason I Googled plantar fasciitis and this is what came up:

When your first few steps out of bed in the morning cause severe pain in the heel of your foot, you may have plantar fasciitis.

Bingo! There's more, but it's like I could have written it myself. So that must be what it is; fortunately, keeping the foot flexed stretches that muscle (or whatever) and helps a lot. Each time I woke up last night (which I do frequently) I would remember and flex my foot and it was much better this morning. I think I'll pass on the medical attention for this one, unless it gets worse.

Not much planned for the weekend, except the gym, I hope, and R tomorrow evening. This is going to sound odd as an afterthought, but I have a graveside funeral to go to on Sunday; my sister's mother-in-law passed away yesterday. Let us just say that she was not a nice person in life, and had no interest in her son, who yet cared for her in her last few years as devotedly as any son could. So there's that, a brief ceremony being held more for his sister who's flying in from somewhere or other than for him. This is a sister who couldn't have been bothered to visit her mother in life for over 25 years. Families are so weird.

But I'll write tomorrow, I should think.


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