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I didn’t eat the right things at the right times yesterday. I was tired enough at the point I was looking for lunch that I ate a small bag of microwave popcorn and a little cheese. By the time Scott was talking about dinner, I was having trouble staying awake. I lay down and couldn’t find the energy to get up until Scott gave me a hand up. I had to have him help me get food. Fortunately, we had some bread. A slice of that with some margarine gave me enough energy to be able to heat up some meat and eat some green beans. A little bit after that, we had ice cream, and then I felt awake and fine. I managed to walk down to the church and hack the portal.

Cordelia and her friends watched The Empire Strikes Back yesterday evening. They were at someone else’s house, so Scott and I had some time to ourselves. Of course, it all got spent on me being exhausted and then us trying to figure out how to get the recording of the concert off my phone. My phone won’t talk to Scott’s laptop, not by cord and not by bluetooth. We started uploading the file to Google Drive, but it went very, very slowly. We started around 8:00, and it finished uploading at 6:30 this morning. Fortunately, leaving the range of our wifi just suspended the upload rather than killing it. I would have hated to miss my trip out to hack the church portal.

Some of that is that our internet was flaky. My laptop wanted an iTunes update around 5:00, and that failed four times in a row without telling me what had gone wrong. I finally gave up. I’ll probably try it on Monday or Tuesday when there’s less competition for bandwidth.

Today, Scott and I need to go to the bank, the post office, the Comcast office, the frame shop (to pick up a reframed print), and the library. I only absolutely need to be there for the bank and the library, so we’ll probably do those and the post office first since they’re all in one direction from our house. Cordelia’s not at all pleased that we’re cutting cable. There’s something she wanted to watch that will air on Sunday. It’ll come to Netflix eventually, but it’ll be a while. I’m not sure how long Disney sits on episodes of Girl Meets World.

I managed to finish filling out the genetic counseling forms. Well, sort of. It’s more that I hit a point of not caring if I had all the details right. My father doesn’t know his mother’s father’s name. The man died before Grandma was born, so it’s not like my father ever met him. I’m sure Grandma knows his first name, but it doesn’t seem important enough to call her. I’m kind of vaguely curious, but I know approximately when he died and that it was flu. My father’s father’s father apparently died of lung cancer, but he had smoked all of his life. His wife died after he did of a bad medication interaction in 1966.

I emailed my mother to ask about the cousin whose name I couldn’t remember— It’s James. I knew it was a pretty unremarkable, common (for my culture) boy’s name. I’d have sent the forms in without his name if I’d needed to. He’s about twenty five years younger than I am and healthy, and those two pieces of information matter more than his name.

I woke this morning with a migraine, and my legs ache like crazy. The latter is generally a sign that I’m way, way low on sleep, so I’m puzzled because it usually takes days of bad sleep to do that. The migraine may well be because I was stressed about needing to get up at a particular time this morning. Although, I’m not sure what the point of getting up at 8:00 was given that Scott’s been sitting with his laptop for over half an hour as opposed to getting ready to head out the door to start errands. He really ought to be pulling the Comcast equipment since that’s the one errand that can’t be done at any other time than today (it might be weeks before he next has time off while their office is open).

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And the bank, the post office, the library, and the frame shop are all done. Scott is dithering over the cable stuff. He was considering keeping the stuff until after Cordelia’s show airs on Sunday, but I pointed out that (a) we don’t know when he’ll have an opening in his schedule to do it again and (b) there will likely always be something that one of us really wants to see that, without cable, we’ll have to wait longer to see.

I spent some time Tuesday looking at CSA options for our area (it was kind of cat waxing, really, because I really ought to have been writing). There are a rather overwhelming number of them, and the document that profiles them is a PDF with two columns so that a lot of up and down is necessary. It’s too late for most of them for this year, but I found a few that looked interesting.

There’s one through the entire winter (November through April) that does three pounds of fresh greens a week. I don’t know that we’d eat three pounds of greens a week, and $25 a week is a lot (but on par with other CSAs at other times of year).

There’s one that might actually be worthwhile because it’s not so much a weekly thing as a punchcard with each punch costing $17 and entitling the bearer to select $20 worth of produce from what the farmer has on hand right then and to get 15% off anything additional they want to purchase.

I looked at one CSA that did meat, but I wasn’t clear whether or not we could exclude beef from what we got. I can’t see spending that much in order to get something that might kill Scott, but I’m tempted to look into it because they claim to provide buffalo which Scott can eat but which we can almost never find. That particular CSA is pretty expensive, pound for pound, but it might be worth discussing with Scott.

There’s also one that’s supplied by a group of Amish farmers. I didn’t realize we had Amish in the local area, but it’s not something I was likely to notice anyway. That one is mainly interesting because it has the option for buying other things than produce.

There were a couple of CSAs that require participants to spend a few hours a month working on the source farm. Those are not noticeably cheaper, and I think that we’re supposed to consider that work as spiritually healthy or something. (I get a little bit of a rich people playing around vibe.) One of those actually seems to be more of a co-op and expects participants to help make decisions about the farm in addition to working some hours there.

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A few things went wrong today. I got the hours for the Comcast office wrong. They closed before Scott got around to starting to pull out the cable equipment. Then it started raining while Scott was doing the grocery shopping so that his plans to mow the lawn became impossible. And, finally, I discovered, about an hour after we got back from running errands, that the family history document I’d printed for the genetics counseling people was still on the couch and not in the envelope we’d already mailed. I’m a little worried that I mailed them something I didn’t intend to because there should have been two packets in the envelope, and I was quite sure there were.

The family history is only four pages long, so I stuck it in a normal envelope, and Scott took that to the post office. I also emailed the person I was sending it to. Hopefully, all of the bits will find each other. It’s still frustrating.

We also completely forgot about a family thing we should have gone to. Scott’s aunt and her husband celebrated their 80th birthdays in South Bend, Indiana. We were planning to go if Scott wasn’t working, but we completely forgot. I feel bad about that, but it also would have been over three hours each way for two or three hours in a park with food that might or might not be safe. I suspect Scott feels worse about this than I do, and I have no idea what we’re going to tell his parents.

I’m still achy. I keep rubbing my legs, but that really doesn’t help the joints much. I’m also desperately, desperately wanting something sweet and/or caffeinated. More the sweet than the caffeinated. But, of course, I didn’t have Scott buy anything that would do the trick. He would have if I’d asked, but that stuff is so terrible for me and is really a waste of money.

Scott is really pleased by having gotten up at 8:00 this morning. He didn’t sleep himself out, but he got more sleep than he does normally, and he got moving early enough to get some things done. I, on the other hand, got less sleep than I'm used and stressed out over needing to get up at a particular time and am generally miserable.

I’m puzzled. My primary care doctor asked if I wanted to see an endocrinologist and, when I said I did, she said she’d redo the various blood sugar tests when I do the thyroid blood test in July and then decide what to do. I need to check, but I think that my primary insurance will cover if I self-refer as long as I see a doctor on their list (and all the folks at the UMHS clinics are). I don’t think Medicare, my secondary insurance, cares who I see as long as they’re qualified and there’s some justification.