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I’ve been feeling sort of low grade crappy ever since I came back from Texas. I wouldn’t say that I was sick, more like my body was trying not to be sick. I didn’t really have any symptoms other than feeling low energy and having one side of my nose feeling congested. But whatever was up there wasn’t moving in either direction, despite some ferocious attempts at nose blowing on my part. When I was down in South Carolina visiting my folks I finally broke down one night and went to CVS and bought a nasal decongestant inhaler (camphor and menthol, *snorts*), and then the next night I bought Nyquil and Dayquil. I should have started the Nyquil a day or two sooner, because when I drugged myself, I finally started sleeping better.

But then I didn’t keep up with the Nyquil when I got home, and the “meh” feeling just kept dragging on endlessly. I think I finally kicked it this weekend. Or at least I finally got caught up enough on my sleep that I don’t feel like Dead Woman Walking anymore.

I had vaguely considered attending one of the No King protests on Saturday. But I hadn’t had time to track down any poster board or cardboard to make a sign. And hadn’t figured out where I wanted to go. Adding in the fact that it was the 250th anniversary of Lexington and Concord meant that traffic was going to be insane everywhere. As it turns out, I didn’t set the alarm and ended up sleeping almost until noon. Yeah, I needed that. The closest local protest was from 11:00 - 1:00, and I certainly wasn’t ready to bounce out of bed and hustle over there. I wanted a slow morning. So I was slothful and spent the day reading and just generally doing nothing all day.

It was just what I needed.

Sunday I set the alarm for 8:00 and was up around 8:30, feeling decently rested. But not super motivated. I spent the day alternating reading and some slow housework. After I finished my book (I’m re-reading the Bruno Chief of Police series, turns out I was several books behind and I’m finally getting into the new ones I haven’t read yet) then I finished reading the new cookbook I bought. Facebook has been showing me various comedians on Reels, and I’ve clicked on Matteo Lane enough times to stumble across the fact that he’s written a cookbook, Your Pasta Sucks. He’s an Italian/Irish/Mexican comic, who, if you can’t tell by the cover, is also a gay man. He’s spent quite a bit of time in Italy, so I was curious about his take on Italian cooking. Plus, he’s sassy as hell. It was a fun read. I need to finish up some of my stock of pasta and sauce before I can try any of the recipes, but I’m looking forward to trying them. Once I finished reading that, I started trying to get caught up on Dreamwidth. I am So. Far. Behind. Like a month behind. But since my friends list is relatively small, I’m trying to make sure to go back and read everything I’ve missed.

In the afternoon a bunch of family traipsed into the condo to visit the next door neighbors. They’re the ones where the father is losing his hearing and uses his outdoor voice indoors. And apparently the grandchild that he likes to tease was visiting, there was lots of noise making from grandpa and that resulted in loud shrieking from said grandkinder. I really hate when I have to wear earplugs in my own home in order to enjoy a quiet holiday. GRRRRRR.

Someday I will own a house, with space between me and my neighbors. At least that’s the dream.