We only shopped at Publix on Thursday because neither of us felt up to it. We were both still tired. I am not napping anymore and still cannot sleep long at night.
However, I am not ill this October! Since October 1991, I have been ill every October. The first time was 4 months into my return to school. I ended up taking four antibiotics in one month, two or three at one time. I dropped one class and failed another class.
Someone asked me how I failed a Humanities Survey. I did not attend the class even once. These classes were events happening on campus--lectures, dance, plays. Then, we had to write a paper. I thought I could make the events. I basically gave up when the deadline for "drop passing" deadline passed.
Since I quit citrus products, I have been sniffly, but no fever, sore throat, chest congestion has occurred.
I crave oranges, a good navel orange, a Halo, or a big, cold glass of orange juice. But, I won't jeopardize my health.
Wednesday was 53, damp, windy, and cloudy. Thankfully, it is drier, especially for kids Trick or Treating. There will be no one here. There are only three small children who live on this street, so not much chance. I imagine the ramp deters people, too. Some people have been afraid to walk on it.
Tonight, I watched four episodes of Hoarding: Buried Alive. It was all so sad. Now, I switched to a Nature show, much better!
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was 'company,' an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
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