Posted by MsConstanceExplains
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
That’s a bit how I feel tonight. I have, I fear, been burning my candle at both ends and I am paying the price, such as it is, at the moment.
I’m still fighting that cold and the cold is, tonight at least, winning.
We had a Fringe Elements Board meeting last night and I talked a lot for three hours or so.
Then I made what I thought would be a quick customer service call for a domain issue, and it took 45 minutes, which was good because I got something settled, but still it was 45 minutes of talking.
I stayed up too late because I couldn’t sleep and then got up pretty early because all three dogs badly needed to get to the groomer.
Then I did a bit of Christmas shopping, and then I had a lunch engagement – more talking – and then a bit more shopping, then picking up the dogs late in the afternoon, requiring rather scurrying home to drop them off and change to go to the Friday Munch.
Oh, and just to add to the fun, it rained ALL fucking day. I don’t mind rain, really, and we can use it, but it made bad Friday-in-December-before-Christmas driving even worse, and much of it was in one rush hour or another.
So I spent the whole day, in a really nearly literal sense, driving in the rain, walking in the rain, running from car to store and store to car. Not enough to be soaked or anything, but enough to be splashing through the puddles.
So then after I scurried home, as much as one could scurry in the traffic, I went to the Friday Louisville Munch.
I had promised to bring a couple things to folks at the Munch, and I’d also texted a bit back and forth with aisha who was going to be there with her Sir, so there was that.
With a bit more planning or recognition of my day, I might have taken a pass and stayed home, but the candle was already lit, so…
And then I talked for three more hours.
I suspect I will have completely lost my voice tomorrow. I’m prone to it anyway, and I have strained it too much, I think. My throat is not sore to swallow, but it’s still sore, both from talking and from coughing.
And I suspect that’s more than anyone needs to know.
Tomorrow I am going to begin my cookie production, and hopefully not leave the house. slave drew will not be around until late in the day, and then only for an hour or so before he has an engagement I am taking a pass on.
I’ll be making a couple cookies from blogs, I am going to have to go find aisha’s recipe from last year that ‘nilla said was her kids’ favorite…
And now I’m even going to stop speaking here. Have a good one.