St. Gertrude's Day 2026

What went before: Still raining, but not pouring. We are this evening expecting, say the weatherbeans, the following: WIND, FOG, FLOODING. Tomorrow, it will be partly sunny, starting out at around 53F/12C and loosing heat throughout the day, until nosediving into the teens tomorrow night, reaching a high of 33F/.5C on Wednesday.

Ah, March. You tease.

The book club has chosen the April book: Theo of Golden, which ought to be interesting, given that the synopsis annoys the ever-livin' life outta me. It will be interesting to see if the author can win me over.

The Cook Unity mushroom pot pie was so good I ferreted out a recipe so I can make my own once I'm off deadline. Speaking of which -- I am now confident of making my deadline, so, yanno, yay.

Also -- I beg pardon to those folks who thought I'd written the poem that is my next embroidery project. Indeed, I Did Not, and it's something that I know so well that it never occurred to me that other people would not have heard of it. The poem dates back to the 800s, and is written in the margins of a book of reflections and/or prayers. Wikipedia can tell you all about it, and give you the other four stanzas, too. Here's your link. 

And that? Is all I got. Except doing the dishes. That I still need to do.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. And dry.
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Tuesday. Cloudy, damp, and breezy. We have hit the day's high of 53F/12C as I type, and are headed for 15F/-9C.

Today is St. Gertrude's Day. Hug your cats.

Today, right about now (7-ish am, Maine time), in fact, is also the sixth anniversary of my arrival at Inland Hospital in Bangor in order to undergo a mascetomy. I was one of the last people admitted to the hospital before it closed in the early days of COVID, and it was a tense couple minutes there at intake before it was decided that Steve could accompany me.

Last night was filled with bad dreams, despite all the cats could bring. I believe this morning may call for coffee.

What's happening at your place?
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Well. The cats have made a Chewy order. I'm glad Firefly has a trust fund. I'm drinking that cup of coffee and wondering if the concept of 'breakfast' is anything I want to entertain at the moment, or if I'll just make another cup of coffee and go to work.

Life is uncertain...