31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I have lots of socks, even toe socks, but I tend to stick with white ones, because they don’t need sorting and if I lose one, so what, there are always more.  I wear socks all the time. I never wear shoes indoors, and I hate dirty feet, so I keep my socks on in the house.  Yes, I sleep in them.  Weird thing, since my knee surgery, the sock on that foot does not stay in place but twists and slips partly off and it’s very annoying.  Oh, the excitement of this news.

I got over my snit by the next morning after the last post.  I have been stuck posting, mainly because the questions are getting lamer and it just shuts down my brain.  Not good to rely on questions, it seems.

Been doing quite well up until a couple of days ago when I could not sleep much.  Repeat the second night, then last night slept okay, up at 9:30, brushed teeth, etc. laid back down and woke up at 4pm.  Must have been really tired.  Feeling okay now, but will no doubt be awake all night.  Oh, well.

It got pretty chill for a bit, and now it is cold at night, in the 40’s or 50’s and then gets into the 80’s during the day.  Interesting weather.  Definitely an early fall this year.  Wonder what the winter’s going to be like. I took this last year, November tenth.  I think it’s going to be much earlier when this happens this year.

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Stocked up a bit just in case we get a hurricane here.  We’ve had near misses since I’ve lived in New England, but never a real full-on hit.  Good to be prepared as much as possible.  After Texas, you can’t help but be a bit cautious.  Cannot imagine the hell those people are going through.

Binge-watching Prime Suspect on Britbox.  We watched this on PBS way back when.  I love binge-watching, because you notice so much more when there is not a wait.  For example, Inspector Morse is a lech, which I never realized when we watched it on PBS way back when as well.  And you can kind of see the beginnings of that in Endeavour.  And I’m not sure I like Tennison at all.  She is not the person you want as your coworker, I think.

I am so happy without tv.  No commercials, no orange moron sound bites, no horrible world news, just watch  your show in peace.  I love my Fire Stick, and my subs.  I have five, including Amazon Prime, and still am paying less including internet than I was paying Comcast for slow internet and basic basic tv.  I’m not counting the whole cost of Prime, because Prime Movies/TV is only a part of it.  So there.

Rambling on, as usual.  Later.

28: sunrise or sunset?

Really?  Both, although I’m more likely to be awake for the latter rather than the former, unless I’ve been up all night.  Which happens a lot more than I’d like.  Not my picture here, it’s sunrise at Nauset Beach, Orleans, Mass.

sunrise at nauset beach

I love, love, love living in Massachusetts, and especially in my own little town.  Where I’m meant to be.  We are a good state, very progressive in spite of  sometime having idiot Republican governors, and it’s a great little town to live in.  Very user friendly, if that makes any sense.  Oh, maybe I’ll stick on a picture.

my townPhoto by Bob McKeon

Here’s one from maybe the 1940’s?  I’m lucky to have found that my town has it’s own Facebook page, where people post a lot of old photos.  Memories.  I lived here when I came to New England, for about seven years.  Where I’m meant to be. Then we moved to NH for work and lived there for twenty some years, then I got to come home again.  You can see where I live in this old picture.  Down the street from the school, all the way on the corner on the right.

NA 1940's maybe

I am angry at life today. Relatively pain-free, which leaves room for actual life stuff.  Angry Jean is angry.  Not going into details, just angry and frustrated and hopeless.  I’ll get over it.  I always do.  Not that anyone cares anyway.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

I don’t chew come.  My doctor asked me if I did, I said no, she said, “Well, don’t start.” Okay, doc.  🙂  When I did, back when I was a kid, this is the gum I loved.  I can still taste it and feel that powdery texture when you first put it into your mouth.  Ah, the good old days.  Who can blow the biggest bubble?  Me, me, me.  LOL  Gum is terrible today, anyway.  It’s like it’s made out of flavored plastic or something.  Ewwww.


A miracle has happened.  I swear.  Saw the rheumatologist Tuesday, as I mentioned, and he gave me a cortisone shot in my really painful shoulder.  Didn’t sleep well Tuesday night, which is never good for pain and in spite of taking the trazadone.  But woke up at 7am  (SEVEN. A. M.)  Relatively pain free.  Everywhere, not just the shoulder.  My lower back always hurts because of a bulging disc, and the torn rotator cuff shoulder was just a bit achy.  Went out for lunch with a friend, even kept up with her walking, which I am normally very slow due to ow, ow, ow everywhere.  Slept last night in spite of NOT taking trazadone, woke up virtually pain free and no stiffness and feeling well-rested.  As I said to my friend Tess, there are three possibilities.  1. I got the really good cortisone  2. There was something going on that the current antibiotic is fixing  or 3. Miracles Are Back.  Whichever it is, I plan to just revel in it for however long it lasts, even if it’s just today.  I have not felt this much like a real person since maybe four years, when I had the prednisone withdrawal thing.

To top it off, the humidity has taken a hike and it is an unbelievably gorgeous day.  Yesterday was great, today is spectacular.  Wednesday was like stepping into a sauna as soon as you went outside.  So finally, something good.  Hooray. All my blood tests came back great as well.


The thing with Trazadone is it works.  A very small dose, but I get to sleep and sleep well.  The problem is that after three days or so, my brain gets really fuzzy, my coordination goes to hell, walking into things, dropping things, etc., and I have to not take it for a day or so which means not sleeping.  Fun. And then there’s the ‘everything work for a while if it works at all, and then it stops  working and never works again’ thing. Chronic illness if fun, folks.  Really.  Nope.  But if you check out the first sentence of this post, which I am not correcting for the example, this is what trazadone does.  A completely different word than I meant to type, although this one does sound the same as gum.  And yes, I get the double entendre there.  If that’s the word I want.  Made me laugh, anyway, when I proof-read.  Drugs are weird, people.  Really, really weird.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

weird shoes

I do not own these shoes, but DD does.  Her SO calls them her ‘sasquatch shoes’.  I used to wear a pair of Totes my other DD gave me.  Everywhere.  Now I wear 14.00 Payless shoes from the mall and I love them.  They are so comfortable.  Interestingly enough, everyone I come across says ‘Oh, I love your shoes.’  Cheapo sneakers.  I don’t do ‘outfits’.  I wear my jeans and my shirts and I never go anywhere that involves dressing up.  I am a happy camper.

Been exceedingly under the weather for awhile, but getting slowly back on track.  Saw my doctor and due to various things am just starting my third course of antibiotics this month.  Saw the rheumy today, and had shoulder xrays, a cortisone shot for pain in said shoulder, and he is running blood tests for everything known to man, I think, in case I have developed something else besides fibro.  He’s been bugging me for awhile to have a sleep study, and today he just kept mentioning it between every other subject.  So I finally gave in.  I did tell him ‘You can be a real pain, you know?’, and he just laughed.  I can just see me sitting there all night reading my on my Kindle, while the techs are saying, ‘Go to sleep already.’  Yeah.  Probably not going to happen.  I can’t sleep in my own bed til 5am at least, so it’s not going to go well, I’m sure.  Oh, well.  LOL

They finally finished gutting the Tedeschi’s after fifteen days of work.  Friday to second Friday.  Two weeks is fourteen day,s except when it’s fifteen.  They did nothing for three days after and now it’s finally open.  Oh, the excitement.

Trees starting turning four days ago.  Autumn approaches.  I do like autumn.  It’s my favorite time of the year.



I Did a Book Review

The 100 questions are getting lamer and lamer, so I may just give up on them, even though they do get me writing.

I think I mentioned I signed up for Goodreads a while back, and have been inspired to read the 200 or so fiction books on my Kindle, sprinkled through the fan fiction on it.  I keep the non-fiction on my Kindle Fire.  I read a lot.  🙂  So I moved all the books to a Books folder.  I am just so darn clever.  I don’t think I’ll ever get a job as a book reviewer, because I can’t always find my words.  Anyway, this is the latest book I read, and here’s the review.

The Illegal GardenerThe Illegal Gardener by Sara Alexi

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book starts out small and almost seems uninteresting. An illegal immigrant trying to get day-labor work, and as you continue reading, it sort of blossoms out, like a flower. Growing from the small beginning into a beautiful work that keeps growing, layer after layer. The narrative is mesmerizing, I felt drawn further and further into the story. I think this is the only book I’ve given five stars. Get past the first chapter and you won’t be able to put it down.

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25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Are you implying I’m some sort of criminal?  I’ve never broken into any place.  So there. breaking in

My new ergonomic desk chair came today.  The ups guy actually brought it to my door. All other delivery services, including the post office, just dump stuff in the outer lobby, and never even buzz me to let me know it arrived.  UPS is the best.

Now I have to take it out of the box and put it together.  Amazon will put it together for you, for a minor fee of around one hundred dollars.  Thanks, but I’ll manage.  I hope.  Traci used to help me with assemblage.  She loved doing that sort of thing.  I’m not sure Marie is the put-things-together type.  So…looking forward to the unboxing. Should I make an unboxing vid?  Nah.  Didn’t think so.

new chair

Went from 5 to 4 1/2 mg prednisone today.  Hoping I don’t have a major increase in the miseries, but time will tell.  The lower you go, the harder it is, so they say.  I’m already in a lot of pain most of the time, so keeping my fingers crossed this goes well.

Another nice day.  Yesterday was the a/c, but windows open last night, and it was very comfortable.  I know I keep saying this, but it really is a fantastic summer, weather wise.  At least right in this one spot.  I keep reading about horrid heat everywhere else, record temps.  It was 107 in Oregon.  Oregon?  We seem to be in a little good weather pocket here, and usually miss the worst storms, too.  NOT complaining, Mother Nature.  Not even a little bit.

I am trying to eat better, after virtually not eating at all for a few weeks there.  Having more meat, which seems to help how I feel, not just because of protein, but I am anemic and have always been anemic and take iron supplements.  Meat seems to help more than the pills ever have.  Besides, Market Basket has the most fantastic Black and Blue burgers.  Blue cheese mixed in and each burger is edged with cracked black pepper. They are pretty fat free and oh do they ever taste fantastic.  I just have the burger.  I tried the whole bun and fixings, but that just detracted from the fantastic taste.  The blue cheese amps it up unbelievably.  You could probably skip the pepper, but I love pepper, too.  I really wish MB was closer, so I could send my homemaker there to shop, instead of the local Stop & Shop, which has gone so far downhill it is actually unpleasant to just go in the door. let alone wind up with crap produce which starts to go bad before you even get it out of the shopping bag.

I need to figure out which pain pills to go for today.  The ones that work destroy your stomach if you take them too often.  Yay.

Still working on the new 7-11, too.  It better be amazingly spectacular inside when they’re done.  It’s a convenience store.  What are they doing that’s take so long?  We’ll see.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Been putting this one off, because there is somebody who knows my secrets, and I know theirs, but I’m not sure were actually still friends anymore.  It’s one of those people who disappeared gradually after I got sick.  Oh, well.

Still working on the new 7-11.  I have no idea what’s going on in there, but they must be redoing the inside from scratch, because when Tedeschi’s bought out Lil Peach, it changed overnight.  A new sign was the only difference.  This is the fifth day they’ve been working over there.  They even worked part of Sunday.  Going to check it out if it ever actually opens.  🙂

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23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?


This is kind of a n/a question, virtually all my days have zero obligations, unless I have an doctor’s appointment. Yes, it’s true. I have no life. Here by myself about 99% of the time, and now I don’t even have Gertrude for company. I really miss Gertrude. I keep looking at the shelter page, but I am reluctant. Not sure why. I am plugging along, trying to push myself to do things in spite of pain and exhaustion. I just made hot dogs. Yay. LOL

In the Window

So 7-11 bought Tedeschi’s (all 180 of them) and that’s who’s going in across the street. They started out cutting the hedges, then brought in the containers, then a dumpster and a huge and I do mean huge semi. It’s probably three times as long as that red dumpster you see. They been two days now unloading things and the semi is gone and boxes everywhere and the dumpster (tip, I think) has been dumped at least once. A lot of work in a short time. Men lugging heavy things around all day. Hope they get paid well. They’re just getting started here:


I always think it’s a bad choice to let companies gobble each other up. It eliminates competition and they then can charge higher prices and use more shopper-unfriendly tactics to maximize profits. I blame Reagan and deregulation. Look what Amazon is doing. I used to like Amazon, but they seem to be trying to take over every kind of market. This is not good for me and you, people who need to buy things to survive.

There is so much unbelievable crap going on today, and it just all seems to get a pass. Someday, people are going to wake up to what’s been happening, but it will be too little, too late. When your freedom is gone, and big corps control every aspect of your life, well… I’ll probably be dead by then, but if not, you will not get an iota of sympathy from me for your wilful disregard of what’s right for everyone, not just for you personally. And even then, it isn’t going to be right for you, either. Where’s my teeny little violin?

Finally, some good news

Saw my ophthalmologist today, and I don’t have glaucoma (my grandmother did, so it’s a concern) and if I was going to get genetically induced glaucoma, I would have by now. I have a teeny tiny cataract in my right eye, which probably won’t be a bother for years, and my prescription has not changed. Something good has to show up sooner or later, right? There are odds and all. So I am pretty pleased.

I did have to ask my primary care doctor for more antibiotics for the ear infection, which has only gotten worse with dizziness and almost falling over twice since I finished the seven day scrip. Why they stopped giving ten days of antibiotics is beyond me, because I have never met a person who had seven days and did not get sick again. I mentioned this to the person taking my blood, and she said she had a sinus infection, seven days of drugs, a few months later had an abscess in her sinus that affected her teeth and her eye. If you don’t get/take enough antibiotic, it only kills off the weakest germs, leaving the stronger ones to multiply and cause more problems down the line. Is it ‘let’s spend as little money per patient as we can possibly get away with’ insurance? Probably.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

I don’t carry a bag. If it doesn’t fit into my pockets, it isn’t going with me When I used to carry a bag, most of my life, I would always have to go every where twice, kind of like Captain Jack, the second time to retrieve the bag I’d left there, So no bag. Here is my favorite one, though, made by my friend Tess for herself. I love this material. I was in a store once, and pulled out my little wallet to pay. The woman next to me looked at it, saw that I have pretty much everything I might need in it, and said something to the effect that why can’t she be that organized and have everything so compact so she could stop lugging around this heavy bag. Made me laugh. If you really think about what you actually ever use out of that bag, you’d ask yourself why you’re hauling the rest of it around all the time. This bag my friend made is very, very heavy. Nooooooo.


Did you know there is something called ‘executive dysfunction’? It’s kind of like when you can’t bring your focus to do the thing you want to do, and you wind up just sitting and reading or scrolling the web or staring out the window. Things I’ve always thought of as ‘stalling’, but not on purpose. It’s like you can’t get yourself together enough to act. Sort of. Anyway, another thing I’ve figured out about myself from Tumblr. All the things I always thought were just me, that there was something wrong with me that I couldn’t figure out, and it turns out that there is a thing called ‘executive dysfunction’, a thing called ‘social anxiety’, a thing called ‘Asperger’s Syndrome’, all real things that other people have as well. Actual things with actual names and studies about and it’s not just that I am lazy or crazy or scatterbrained, which I also used to think I was. Lots of people dis Tumblr for being all twelve-year old girls, but there is a lot of really good information on there, people’s personal experiences with issues that I have too. I’m not the only one. It doesn’t fix anything, but it sure helps to not feel you are just a useless, worthless human being.
I’m going to find out quite soon if I’m diabetic or it’s just the prednisone, which raises blood sugar. One more thing to deal with when I can barely cope with getting up in the morning. Oh, joy. I’m hoping for the prednisone to be the problem, because I am trying mightily to get myself off of it after five years of up and down dosages because my doctor is an idiot.
Also, I am so sick of feeling like crap all day every day. I want a life, please.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

All of them. Don’t really have a favorite.

This is something I recommend you watch if you want to better understand Trump supporters. It makes perfect sense, I think. It’s only a couple of minutes long, but you have to listen carefully as the sound is not great. But please, check it out.
You know what, if you can’t be bothered, here’s a brief synpopsis: Two women,two babies, one dies. The dead one’s mother tries to steal the live baby. They go to the king to resolve the dispute. He offers to cut the baby in half so each can have a share. The real mother tells him to give the baby to the other woman, because she’d rather he live, even if not with her. The other mother says to cut him up, because if she can’t have the live baby, then no one should. (This is a story from the bible, I’m sure you’ve figured out.) So Trump supporters think the country they knew and loved is the dead baby, and they would rather have it destroyed that let it survive without all the things they loved about it. Like racism, and discrimination, and homophobia, etc. They want their country back, or no one should have it. Sort of like that. A ruined country is better than a new and different country that they no longer feel a part of. It’s hard to change the mindset that I am inherently better than you because I am straight and more importantly, white. D.L.Hughley says it better, so please watch. From about 1:50 on is the key part.
angry supporters

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

2017-07-25 12.01.37I used to.  in a big yellow top-bound spiral pad. You can’t really see that the pages are yellow, but they are. Anyway, they don’t seem to make these anymore, and nothing else felt the same, so now this blog is kind of a public journal, and I have a notepad page saved to my hard drive that I keep personal thoughts on. I cannot draw, so none of that.

More pain, brain is NOT working, and I really, really need to lie down, so here I sit. 🙂

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Yeah, I got nothing.

Poured rain a bit ago.  Now it’s just raining.  This is the best summer ever.

Woke up a mass of pain.  Is it the weather?  I can never be sure.  Oh, well.  Made my soup yesterday, and have leftovers, so easy meal.  It came out pretty much like I remembered it,  although the V8 seems thinner.  No added water needed.  It’s a really easy and satisfying meal, which is just the kind of food I need.  So pleased about that.  Yay.  Going to lie down now.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?


Truthfully,  I have no desire to dye my hair any color.  It is what it is, color-wise.

Finally have windows open since last night.  Livable summer is back!

Am going to try to recreate a soup I used to make and lost the recipe years ago.  Tuna soup.  Forget the original name, but it was tomato juice (I used V8), oregano, diced potatoes, and a can of tuna.  That’s all I can remember.  May need to add some water if juice is too much.  It was really good, in spite of how weird it sounds.

Referencing illness, the prospect of peeling and cubing two potatoes and opening a few cans should not seem like a monumental task.  If I was normal.  Since I’m ill, it seems like a monumental task.  Life with chronic illness is a constant battle.  Sometimes I win.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

fresh pasta

Just one?  I’m rather fond of broccoli pasta, which is pasta of choice, steamed broccoli florets, sauteed garlic, toasted pine nuts, and loads of grated Parmesan.  Or chicken and prosciutto tortellini and veg (or not) cooked in chicken broth.  Or seeded and cubed ripe tomatoes (or halved cherry tomatoes), chopped garlic, chopped basil, olive oil, which have sat around together in a bowl while you cook fettuccine. Toss, maybe drizzle on some balsamic and grate on some Parmesan, but neither is necessary.  Bet those little mozzarella balls would go good here, too, but have not tried it yet.  Or, white lasagna with no meat, just cheeses.  Yum.  I used to love Papa Gino’s Fenway pasta, but they don’t make it anymore.  Papa Gino’s sucks now.  Their pizza is crap.  Oh, and the restaurant across the street has great penne in pink vodka sauce, and lobster ravioli in amaretto sauce that is divine.  I had way too much bad spaghetti in meat sauce to ever want to eat that again, although I am kind of thinking about a bolognese sauce recipe I’ve read about.  Maybe.  Someday.  If you’ve never made you own pasta and had it sooooo fresh, you don’t know what you are missing, btw.

Still feeling like crap.  Pain, pain, and more pain.  And fatigue.  Serious bouts  of black, black depression.  Missing, missing, missing my Gertrude.  But overall, I am doing pretty well.  Not lethargic, enjoying life in spite of the depression episodes, trying to remember my motto of Never Give Up, Never Surrender.  I’ll fight til they carry me off the battle field.  And it’s supposed to cool off and dry out later.  Hooray.  Had the a/c on for three days now, I think.  And nights.  Ewww.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!


I DuckDuckGo’d it, I don’t think it matters  LOL

“If two pieces of the same type of metal touch in space, they will bond and be permanently stuck together.

This amazing effect is called cold welding. It happens because the atoms of the individual pieces of metal have no way of knowing that they are different pieces of metal, so the lumps join together. This wouldn’t happen on earth because there is air and water separating the pieces.”

From: http://mashable.com/2014/03/05/sun-stars-space-facts/#wpo6XCYOOsqq


So yes, I still have a brain, and yes, it is pretty normal.  Hooray!

My pain levels keep rising, and I’m not sure why.  Heat and humidity?  The dewpoint went to 81 yesterday.  It’s like living in a sauna.  Summertime, when the living is soupy.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

I’d like something with lots of wood, wood floors, plants, and a garden.  You can leave out the friend, because all of mine are married.  I like these, for example.

Temp is 88 degrees Fahrenheit, humidity 77%, dew point 80.  80.  If you go outside, it is like trying to breath thick soup.  I don’t remember a dew point of 80, ever.  Over 50 is starting to get a bit muggy,  over 60 is just plain icky, but 80, omg.

MRI was a breeze.  Took less than half an hour, including walking back and forth from the waiting room and getting ready.  Ear plugs and earphones, and I just visualized my happy place, which is me and my brother as kids, drifting in a canoe, my hand in the water, on the big lake at Twin Lakes, Colorado.  Blue skies, warm day, and sooooo peaceful.  One of my best memories.  Will check for the results on line tomorrow.  Does she still have a brain?  Does she not?  Check this spot.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

I mentioned to Marie, my homemaker, that I am having an MRI this afternoon and she proceeded to tell me all the horrible things that go through her mind upon even thinking about having an MRI.  “I just said I’m having one today!  Trying to freak me out?”  We moved on to the horrors of flying, driving through tunnels, especially those that go under water, etc., and would up laughing so hard we could barely talk.  I do like my Marie.  LOL

A/c is on. It’s a yucky day as far as hot and sticky.  Didn’t get enough sleep, so tired and in pain, but I pretty much started the day cracking up laughing, so it’s all good.


12: what’s your favorite planet?

This one, so far.

Where I live.  Don’t know when this is from, years before I moved here, but they took the pole down several years ago.  I hated that pole,  blocked some of my view.  Big turnout for the parade.  Parades are short and not a lot of people turn out now days.  Probably because they are so short.

the hated pole_LI

Gorgeous day today.  This has been the best summer.  Hardly needed the a/c at all, maybe three days all together.  I live in the clouds, though, according to a friend, which makes all the difference.  For clouds, read second floor.  Windows all face north, too, which is an advantage in the hot summer days, but not so much the rest of the year.

Was reading an article about effects of emotional abuse in childhood, and it occurred to me why I have chronic insomnia.  If left alone, I usually fall asleep sometime after 4am.  I spent a good deal of my childhood lying awake in bed, waking for the sound of the screeching brakes of my dad’s car coming around the corner and then into the driveway.  He was a violent alcoholic, and a good portion of my childhood was hell because of it.  If I’ve realized this is the cause before, I completely forgot about it.  But it makes perfect sense to me.  I almost always feel anxious as darkness falls, and I just though it was because if I’m doing okay, I may wake up tomorrow doing not so okay again, so why not stay awake?  But I don’t think that’s really the reason.  It’s the leftover terror in my subconscious.  My dad was lovely man when sober.  Quiet, shy, multi-talented, would do anything for you.  A good person.  That all changed when he was drinking.

Reading is good.  You can learn a lot through reading.  I’ve read 51 books so far this year, not counting the ones that were just so bad I never bothered to finish them.  I signed up for Goodreads a while back and challenged myself to read 50 books this year.  I win.  LOL Year is barely half gone and I’m over the goal already.  I am a very fast reader, probably because I have always read everything in sight.  Practice makes you speedy, apparently.

A couple of books I’ve really enjoyed, just because they had nice little stories, nothing too taxing, are The Tour, by Jean Grainger, and Little Beach Street Bakery, by Jenny Colgan.  The latter one has a puffin.  🙂  An interesting book, although it kind of left a couple of things hanging, was Easter Island, by Jennifer Vandebes.

I bought the first book of Game of Thrones for a couple of dollars. Not sure if I’m going to like it.  I’ve never seen any of the tv show, so that could be an advantage.  Movies never seem to be as good as books, and I’m sure the same thing applies to tv shows.

A series that I plan to reread some day are the Amelia Peabody books by Elizabeth Peters.  I loved these books.  She’s kind of a female Indiana Jones, and her husband is kind of an male Indiana Jones.  🙂  Set in the 20’s, if I remember correctly.

I read all the time.  It doesn’t hurt, unless my hands cramp, and laying down, sitting up, whatever, it’s easy with a Kindle.

I also recently read Heidi.  I’ve seen the movie, of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually read the book until now.  Lots of religion, and they did kind of treat Peter badly, but I enjoyed it anyway.  It took a few chapters to stop picturing her as Shirley Temple as I read, though.

Feeling a bit less exhausted.  Took three ibuprofen earlier, and less pain = less exhaustion?  Whatever.  I don’t feel like a limp dishrag at the present moment.  It’s a good thing.

I have the rheumatologist tomorrow.  Yay.  Saw my GP Thursday, turns out I have a symptom-less ear infection, second time, so am on Amoxycillin for seven days. And Tuesday I am having a MRI of my brain.  Not sure what I said that sparked her to order one.  I had one when I first got sick, but that was twenty years ago.  I had lesions on my brain then, which I think is a sign of MS, but I don’t have MS, and the neurologist who was meant to explain it all to me was a real jerk and treated me like I was an idiot, so what they really meant I have  no idea.  My current doctor is a much better doctor, so I am hopeful for an explanation of what is going on and what it means.  And if I still have any brains left, anyway. Some days it seems doubtful.

Feeling better leads to wordiness, it seems.  Done now.  🙂