Thursday Like a Dream or Three

 Thursday morning, I could mostly walk without staggering when I arose from a chair. My sinuses don't hurt. Glands in my neck are not swollen, so I am on my way to being well. 

I dislike Publix brand bacon because it is like fatback. If you have never had fatback, you probably don't know what I mean. I have not had fatback in over fifty years, but certainly remembered when I tasted this bacon. Even then, we rarely had it. It was sort of tasty but not bacon. I managed to fold four dishtowels and was exhausted. Tommy kept coming in here to get a dishtowel when he needed it. There is a lot of catching up to do around here. sigh

When we went to the grocery to get apples and a few other things I forgot yesterday, I leaned my head back and went to sleep. When Tommy called to ask a question, I was dreaming and confused. But, I leaned back and was somewhere between sleep and wake and wondered why Tommy was driving at such a steady speed and never stopped or turned. He had left the car on for ac for me, like he always does. No, I am only a little better. He called a second time, and I realized he was not driving. Then, he called a third time, and I was still confused as to what was happening. 

A substantial nap happened when we returned home. Since the nap, I have been wobblier while walking. However, my speech is just about back to normal. It seemed loud enough to me, but no one else could hear me. 

I did survive all the chopping of onions and bell pepper. I was getting weak! Stirring was so hard. But, we are having meatloaf for dinner. Tommy will have a salad with tomato, onion, and bell pepper, and I will eat green beans and tomatoes. I used my cheaply bought from Amazon tomato paste. All the onion and bell pepper along with the paste should eliminate the need for much salt.

Tomorrow, I might make mashed potatoes to go with the meatloaf. 

I have made a decision--I will not be sewing to earn money even though one person has contacted me. I regret that I have not gotten my machine set up. Plus, this illness has shown me I cannot actually be dependable. Or, at least that is the way I feel right now. 

In reading The Fitzgeralds and The Kennedys, I have learned so much. For instance, insider trading was once the way it was done, not illegal at all.  

I sent Tommy to the house with the dogs that bark to give them six bananas since we have too many. He said the woman was happy to receive them, but looked confused at first. I suppose she thought we were there to complain. She said the children would love them. 

Do you need rain? I will send you some. Or, come and get it.

Do you ever have lucid dreams that confuse you?