There is moonlight and moss in the trees

[rolanni]

What went before: Well, the day didn't go exactly as I had planned. In addition to the chores on the list (The List), I needed to fix the toilet, which I did, go me. Then I sat down to drink my hot chocolate, and Rookie jumped in my lap just as I had put my mug aside and was getting up, and put me to sleep for 45 minutes -- Trooper really worked with this kid -- and then the Sleep Clinic, where I have a Stoopidly Early appointment tomorrow called to let me know that I have to bring in the whole machine tomorrow, not just the SD card (because their card reader's broken, she said. I don't ask questions, any more), and then I remembered that I wanted to buy a more reasonable thing to keep my earrings in, so I went over to Esty and bought myself a birthday present, and ... Oh! Atlas Vet, where I attended the Open House on Saturday, called to tell me I had won a prize in the drawing! Ten percent off my first visit, if that happens within a year. So, yay, I won a prize.

I did write 996 words, not the scene I thought I was going to write, and had notes for and everything, and I'd complain, but it's a good scene, so I may just call this The Book of Good Scenes, said book now weighing in at 70,600ish words.

Tomorrow, as mentioned, Stoopidly Early Appointment, after which I'm going to try to have breakfast at Governor's, because I haven't eaten out in ... a while now, and we mustn't lose the Social Graces. Tomorrow evening is needlework and in-between is chores.

Everybody stay safe; I'll check in tomorrow as can.

Tuesday. Sunny and crisp. Cool enough when I left the house that I wore my new jacket. Didn't need it by the time I left Governors.

Trash and recycling at the curb.

Met a nurse in the elevator up to the sleep center, who informed me that this was a "Groot Day" which -- good to know.

Turns out it's not just the card readers that are down at MEGen, but the whole computer network, system-wide. So my NP was taking notes and writing down stats on a 3x3 yellow pad of sticky notes. I said that they ought to get her a reasonable notebook if she was busted back to pen and paper. They were pathetically pleased that I have the myAir ap, and could show them my stats on my phone (which! triggered a memory of when Steve and I first arrived in Maine and were looking for an apartment; having to go to the bank and change a twenty for quarters, then find a pay phone outside of the Kmart in Waterville, and work our way through the classifieds in the Sentinel. The past isn't only a different country; it's a different planet.)

The happy news is that my numbers were so good that I'm cleared to drive for three years. So that's actually a relief, though I still have to visit the sleep folks annually, to prove that I'm maintaining.

Went to Governor's, had an unhealthy breakfast of sausage gravy on biscuits, scrambled eggs, and homefries, because if you're going to go the low road, you might as well go all the way.

Stopped at the post office on my way home, which I haven't done in a while, then at Uncle Deans to buy some lavender, because I had none.

Home now, having been greeted by three out of a possible three coon cats, all of whom wanted to know where their gravy was; and now I need to get with my correspondence.

Not sure how much writing I'll get done today, since it's a short day. Here's a SNIPPET from yesterday:

"Come here often?"

"As often as my lady allows."

She sighed mournfully, shaking her head. "Married, is it? That's too bad."

"Now, I find it very agreeable."

"Yeah? What's she like, your lady?"

He smiled gently. "She is bold and brilliant; strong and subtle. I reverence and stand in awe of her – even when she is casting for compliments."
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How's Tuesday looking in your piece of the world?

Today's blog post title courtesy of The Eagles, "Seven Bridges Road."