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[copied from dland]

It was a beautiful day here, a remarkably beautiful day. It was in the fifties for most of the day, and sunny. After my first foray out -- the standard Saturday dry cleaners/pharmacy/Dunkin' Donuts run -- I hung up my jacket and didn't wear it again when I went out later. Plus, I was wearing my summer uniform today: jeans and crocs, tank top with a denim shirt over that. Which was totally excellent. Plus, the prescription insurance people did not screw up my prescriptions again, a huge surprise, so that was also excellent.

Day Three of a three day headache I am not so much enjoying. And I'm having lots of hot flashes today, which is never a good sign. And a bit of indigestion, which of course, since I'm still me, means I think I'm probably having a heart attack. I know I'm not. Let's see, how old was Jack when he had his first heart attack ... R was a year old, so that's 1985 ... okay, he was ... 66. 66? Yeah, and his mother had her first heart attack at over 70, and neither of them had the advantage of all the good meds I take, plus they were both, how shall we say, much higher on the chub scale than I am, so, no, I am not having a heart attack at 54. Although knowing that the typical heart attack symptoms we're all aware of don't really apply to women, who often have heart attacks without knowing it, is not something good for me to know.

Aren't you glad you dropped by?

I'm really not a loon today, but the headache is starting to turn me into one. I can't seem to shake it, not even with magic Advil.

I did a whole lot of cleaning today, due to a potential in-law invasion next Saturday, and I have more to do tomorrow and then next Saturday, too. I don't mind it, although I'm generally out of breath before I get very far; really, thank god someone comes over here from time to time so I'm motivated to get some cleaning done. I've also been doing laundry all day long. Here's a good one. K gave me about 8 sweaters that needed to be cleaned. I took 4 to the dry cleaner's; the other 4 were machine washable, so I washed them. (She's pulling a double shift at work today, so she's gone all day until about 8:30.) I took the 4 out of the washer and they were covered with lint. Oops. The dryer did not help. Oops. So now I've been re-washing and drying each of them separately (although I did the 2 black ones together) so that hopefully she won't find out that I nearly destroyed 4 nice sweaters. Oops.

Tomorrow is supposed to be nice and in the forties; maybe I'll get out some. The Sibs just bought a Toyota Prius this week, so maybe I'll go take a look. She says it's like driving a space ship. Apparently there's no gear shift lever, either on the floor or on the column; there are buttons you push on the dashboard. There's no key, just a button to start the car. And you don't have to turn around to look when you're backing up because there's a camera with a dashboard screen that shows what's behind you. I'll report after I see it; it may or may not be tomorrow. R will be in and out of here all day, so I really don't know what my plans are. Other than digging in and really working on the bathroom, after which I'll probably need to lie down for the rest of the day.

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Okay, the brown sweater is okay. Two more to go, one of which I'm sure caused the problem to begin with.

The MIL always says, when she has a bad headache, that her headache is leaking out her ears. This one feels like it's leaking out my eyes, which I realize are not holes so it's a poor analogy, but you know what I mean. And my eyes are still good, not dry or itchy or drooping or anything. If only I didn't have the headache, I could read a book.


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