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I ended up going with Scott to take Cordelia and her friend to the restaurant. The plan was that I'd wait wherever he and I ended up for dinner until after he took the 3-4 kids to the dance. We had trouble finding a restaurant and ended up at Seva, a vegetarian place. We tend not to go there because my food options are severely limited by needing to avoid tomatoes and peppers and walnuts and peanuts and eggs.

I ended up ordering a cup of soup and two sides, asparagus and sweet potato fries. The soup wasn't edible by me, and Scott didn't care for it either. The menu said 'butternut-apple bisque,' and I couldn't taste either apples or butternut squash. It went more toward the savory end of flavor, and I couldn't place the herbs, so I didn't force myself to eat more than a couple of spoonfuls. I was concerned that the soup contained something that would make me sick. The restaurant ended up removing the soup from our bill. We hadn't asked them to. I'd have been cranky about spending $4 on a cup of inedible soup, but I did order it, so...

I also got dessert, banana cheesecake. It was recognizably cheesecake, but even though I could see banana chunks, I couldn't taste the banana at all. Scott tried it and also couldn't taste the banana, so I'm again puzzled. I think that, when something with a particular flavor is in the name, it's weird not to be able to taste even a trace of that in the food.

Cordelia's only comment about the dance was that it was loud and that the music was terrible. I'm not sure if the latter refers to sound quality or to song choice.

Scott's parents have reserved a house for a family vacation next summer. They didn't consult with us about potential conflicts first but did consult Scott's brother and sister, so we're a bit puzzled. We won't know for at least another month whether or not Scott can get that time off, and I'm pretty sure that the timing will mean that Cordelia couldn't do choir camp even if she wanted to. (Though Scott thinks the location of the house is actually kind of near Interlochen.) Scott's parents have promised to 'help' us with the costs but want us to tell them how much we can afford to pay. Which is both reasonable and burdensome because Scott finds it shaming.

To be honest, I'm not sure we can afford anything but gas money and our share of the groceries. I'm not convinced that Scott will be able to tell his parents that. He was able to say, months ago, that we couldn't go because we couldn't afford it. Now, we can't just not do it. We have to figure out what we can scrape together and ask for the rest. I understand why Scott's parents want everyone there. They're both 75 (and will be 76 next summer), and their oldest grandchild is 18 and in college. The odds of getting him to come to future family vacations aren't really all that great. The odds of Scott's parents being up to such a vacation in three years, five years, ten years... Yeah.

Is it weird that I feel that 'tell us what you can afford, and we'll cover the rest' is more embarrassing than 'because you can't afford it, we'll cover the expenses'?
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My hands have been hurting more the last few days than they have at any point since I stopped taking Tamoxifen. I think that lack of sleep makes that worse. I had to wear splints on both hands yesterday due to the pain. I hope I don't need that today because the only splints that aren't in the bedroom (where Scott is sleeping) are the massive ones. They work, but they make my shoulders hurt from the weight, and I suspect that wearing on my left hand would do nasty things to my bad elbow.

I'm trying to make a reasonable grocery list. I don't know when Scott will do the shopping. Saturday evenings are terrible for that because things we want are often simply not there. Sunday morning would be better in that regard, but that would mean shopping on his way home from work, and that means going somewhere other than the store we usually go to. That only matters for the breakfast sausages where we've found only one kind (the Kroger store brand brown sugar flavor) that I can handle. If he can find Jennie-o (sp?) sausages somewhere, some of their turkey sausages used to be okay, but Kroger hasn't had those in a very long time. The problem is that all brands simply list 'spices' in the ingredients rather than saying what those spices are. Some things, like black pepper, edge into the making me sick territory. I can handle a very small amount but not nearly as much as is in most sausages.

One of Scott's parents has had to have minor foot surgery. The emails come from a joint address, are written in the first person singular, and are signed with both of their names, so we're not actually sure, and neither Scott nor I feel quite right asking.
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We went to breakfast at Bob Evans yesterday. I still have half of my pancakes.

We drove Cordelia and a boy from her friends group to the fairgrounds where they met about five other kids. We left them there and wandered around a bit, Ingressing. Scott was peeved to find out that the folks who took down his science center portals were doing it in retaliation for things someone else did, and Saline happens to be the territory of one of the folks who did it, so Scott picked a portal that anchored a lot of big fields, and we took that out. We didn't hold it more than an hour or two, but the other player had to go out there to take it back. We also picked off several portals that only had a resonator or two on them. Those were recaptured by the time we'd walked two blocks.

I don't think Scott was annoyed enough to have gone out there without some other reason to make the trip, but he was pleased to have it all coincide.

I only need 64 unique portals hacked to get my silver Explorer badge. I need to place 42 more mods to get my Engineer silver and create 95 fields to get my silver Mind Controller badge. None of my silvers are even remotely near to getting to gold.

We gave two girls rides home. They and the friends who weren't riding with us wanted bubble tea or frozen yogurt or some such to cap the day, so we took them downtown. I stayed in the car to eat my dinner while everyone else went and got smoothies. Scott brought one back for me. His ulterior motive was that he could tell it was going to start raining soon. He didn't want to have to walk back to the parking structure in the rain.

And it came down in sheets when it did start. All the kids got soaked in spite of waiting under a theater marquee. A lot of the sewers were backing up so that there were puddles inches deep in places. The downpour only lasted about twenty minutes, and things drained pretty fast after that, but I don't like the indication for the health of our storm sewers.

I ended up having KFC's mac and cheese and coleslaw because we weren't going to be home before my drop dead time for eating and because that was all we could find open that had anything reasonable in terms of reflux risk. Given that that's now 6 p.m., this is going to be an ongoing issue. Me needing to be in bed at 9 p.m. is also going to put a serious crimp in our Wednesday game group plans because we run from 7 to 10 and generally don't manage to start playing anything until around 8.

I've set alarms to help me remember my new schedule for meals and medications because there's not much wiggle room at the end of the day given when I'm going to try to sleep and that I'll be taking my thyroid medication before I lie down. No more ice cream in the evening or snacks during game sessions.

I completely lost track of my word counts during August. At this point, I'm not sure what I counted and what I didn't. I don't think I wrote enough that it matters much, but I'm still taking it as a sign of stress and trying not to be annoyed with myself. I've got counts on some things I wrote; I'll just use those and handwave the rest.

Scott still has his alarm set for the old wake up time. It's a matter of about fifteen minutes, so we couldn't go back to sleep for that time. That meant that I had Cordelia's breakfast made and coffee for her and me ready by the time she got up. I walked her to the bus stop which turned out to be, as I expected, in the lot of her old school. We were a little worried by the fact that there was a school bus pulling out of the lot as we approached. We were ten minutes before the official pick up time, so I was pretty sure it had to be a different bus, but we didn't know.

Cordelia didn't say hello to any of the waiting kids, so I think she didn't know them. I certainly didn't recognize any of them. After the bus left, I walked to the science center to hack the portals there. I was out until a bit after 8:00 (pick up was 7:20-ish), but I was walking very, very slowly both because the grass was damp and slippery and because I wanted to get two hacks on each portal if I could without standing still (mostly, I couldn't).

In the road in front of the school, they've put up signs telling drivers to stop for foot traffic. There are also narrow plastic cones separating the lanes and along the curb at the crosswalk so that drivers can't possible miss it. I was glad to see, on my way back from the science center, that the school there still has a human crossing guard. We were a little concerned that they'd have eliminated that position.
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I took a cab to UHS yesterday because it was raining. I took the bus home even though it was still raining (and raining harder). Part of that was that I wanted to get in a bit of a walk, even if it did mean getting wet.

Ingress is challenging right now because I no longer have the mid-range resonators that are hardest to get (at least for me). I can get lvl 1 and lvl 2, but 3-6 are harder.

Medical stuff-- pain, fatigue, medication, and food )
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I've got about fifteen minutes left to gather everything I need for the day, and I'm getting increasingly cranky. Scott ate most of what he bought for taking to the Anomaly. I have a bag of turkey jerky and about sixty almonds. That's it. I'm going to be out for about ten hours. If I'd realized everything else was gone, I'd have had him buy more yesterday, but I didn't. I spent most of yesterday desperately wanting to sleep and completely unable to relax enough to do it, so my brain wasn't exactly working well.

My IBS is also still acting up, and I'm sneezing like crazy. Either Scott put the Sudafed he bought away somewhere unusual, or our cleaning lady moved it. I can't find it at all, not in any of the places we keep medication. I'll take Benadryl if I have to, but it doesn't do much. I'd also rather not take it with Ativan, and I'm going to need Ativan.

I'm trying to figure out if I can keep my left arm in a sling and manage to carry everything. The elbow is hurting a lot (and was also a factor in me not getting enough sleep) I'm taking Cordelia's old backpack, and I'm debating moving stuff from my purse into that so that I don't need to manage both, but getting stuff out of a backpack is a PITA. Cordelia's backpack doesn't have the same number of separate pockets as mine does, either, so I really don't know.

I've got my phone charging while I deal with everything else, and I've got three rechargers to take with me. I still need to put on sunscreen

The temptation to simply chicken out is really high.

And Facebook will let me read but not comment or post or anything else.
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Wednesday evening, most people from our normal game group couldn't attend, so we ended up with one friend and his two kids. We got pizza. The local Cottage Inn wasn't doing online ordering, and we needed both delivery and the option to pay by credit card, so we went with Marco's instead. I was not pleased with their online order system. It worked well enough that we got pizza (what we ordered even), but there wasn't an option for tipping online, and it never sent me an order confirmation email in spite of me going through the email address confirmation process twice. They also don't offer the things we usually would order, no spinach, no broccoli (nothing green except various types of peppers), no sauce variants beyond tomato and 'white' (with no definition of what they meant by white sauce).

I didn't participate in the game playing so that they'd have more options (I can only manage fully cooperative games). They played Flashpoint (which I could have played, but I was dealing with ordering the pizza) and Robo Rally. Scott offered to loan them his copy of Robo Rally because he doesn't get many opportunities to play.

Scott's sister and her daughter got here a little before noon yesterday. Cordelia's volunteer shift ended early, so she was done before they arrived and had to wait for us to get downtown. Our niece had expressed interest in Korean barbecue, and I found a place about three blocks from the library. We didn't end up eating there, though. Instead, we went to the place next door that offered a variety of noodle dishes for considerably less money and a much shorter wait (both places had the same name, just with different subtitles, so I assume they're owned by the same people).

The food was okay, but I found the table and seating uncomfortable. We were on backless stools that were tall enough that I had to work at getting seated (I'm 5'2"). Service was prompt though.

After the meal, we went across the street to Dawn Treader, a used book store. This was a revelation for Cordelia because, although she's been in used book stores before, she never quite connected them as a thing to find locally or as a place that might have books of interest to her. We got her three books she wanted very much for less than half what they'd have cost new. I picked up a paperback that I intend to send to a friend who might enjoy it.

We took a little detour on the way back to the car to walk along the street where our nephew will be staying for part of the fall semester. His mother didn't know which specific house it would be, but we were able to narrow it down to a single block, so she took pictures of the houses so that she can ask him. He'll be staying with friends for two or three nights a week, rent free (which surprises me) and taking classes at Washtenaw Community College. In January, he'll start at Michigan State University.

I strongly recommended that he make use of the city bus system. Parking near where he'll be staying is extremely difficult and expensive. If he parks near us, he can get a bus to where he'll be staying in under fifteen minutes, and there are regular buses out to WCC (which also service a hospital out there and so are likely to keep running on the weekend as well. I just haven't checked yet). It's also possible he might be able to park at WCC and then use the bus. I'm not sure of WCC parking regulations/limitations, but they're not located near much of anything else, so I suspect they're likely to be considerable less stringent than those in downtown Ann Arbor.

We considered going to Skyline to walk Cordelia's classes, but the building was closed so that they could wax the floors. I don't know if they're open today for that to be an option. I should probably look into it. Next week, Cordelia will be volunteering at the science center camp Monday through Thursday, and I think there's something else going on that Friday.

I also ought to try to get out to do some Ingress in the hope of getting gear I need for tomorrow, but I'm still very tired. I woke much earlier than I wanted to because my left elbow, the one with the tendinitis, was hurting a lot. It had been fine when I went to bed, so I have no idea what happened. I keep telling myself that I'll go back to bed soon, but it's 11:00, and I haven't (largely because of IBS issues). Cordelia's up now, so it will be harder.

There are pre-Anomaly Ingress gatherings in town today. I'd like to go, but I simply can't face it right now. I need sleep more, and I need my digestive system to calm down. I guess it's crackers, plain potatoes, white rice, etc. for the rest of the day. These are terrible for my blood sugar but reliably make my digestive system calm down. I can't tell if today's problem is purely (or even mostly) stress or if it's something from lunch yesterday or due to the handful of sugar snap peas I had last night.

I'm also having agoraphobia issues around the Anomaly now that Scott can't be there. I'm determined to go, but it's going to be really, really hard. All the people I know who are going will be on different teams than I am (and there are reasons I can't join them-- my stamina/mobility issues primarily but also some interpersonal conflicts and not wanting to abandon my current team which only has six people, some of whom may not actually show up).

I'm still occasionally not getting AO3 comments emailed to me. So far, it's only two comments out of dozens, but... I've checked every folder for that Gmail address (and every folder for my email on my laptop) with no joy. This includes the spam folder. I asked AO3 about it and pretty much got a 'not our problem' response. If it's not that messages are going to the spam folder, they've got no fix for it. So my recourse is to check my AO3 inbox regularly to try to catch things that don't get mailed to me. This doesn't help if I'm missing subscription notices, but at least I won't be unintentionally ignoring comment on my fics (there are a few I'm ignoring deliberately for one reason or another).
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I wore myself out completely yesterday, what with dealing with spraying Cordelia's clothes and sorting the crap from the basement. I had to ask Scott to go get me a Wendy's burger in order to be able to think and to stave off a headache that was heading migraine-wards. Two loads of laundry got done, too, but Scott and Cordelia did parts of that.

Scott went out to the Games Library Day in Ypsilanti. I had to ask him to leave early because I used up all of the anti-tick spray for Cordelia's clothing before I got the sweatshirt and the single pair of long pants she's taking. I got all of the t-shirts and shorts.

I started sneezing last night around 9 p.m. and haven't really stopped. I wasn't able to use the c-PAP because of it. I've got the AC cranked just in case it's a ragweed thing (which it might be because it's been cool enough recently for the AC not to run).

We have the meeting for Cordelia's camp orientation tonight at 6:00. I hope there will be signs because telling us to meet 'in the choir room' isn't actually much help with a building that size that none of us know. Cordelia and I have been searching desperately for a set of dress shoes that fit her. We have a single shoe from two different sets (one of which she swears had both shoes in her suitcase two days ago). The second available shoe is navy instead of the required black but will probably pass well enough if I can find the other.

I got a germ of an idea for my UCon game scenario last night, but I'm not sure yet what direction to take it. I'm going to call it a 'home rules' system, though, probably with a note that I'll be mostly using percentile dice.

I have my Darkest Night assignment. I'm going to have to think about it for a little while. I'm confident I can write the fandom and make it dark. I'm just not sure I can use more than one of the freeforms (this is a request that came in after I signed up and that I was sufficiently comfortable with not to run to change my sign up. If it had been there before, I might have tried to avoid it, but I also might not have). Strictly speaking, I only have to use one freeform, but... I like to do better than that.

Given that my Captive Audience story is stalled, I'll be focusing on getting that moving again before I do anything else. I was right that I did almost no writing last week while Scott was home. I think it came to 700 words, all on Saturday right at bedtime.
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I saw the nutritionist yesterday. She suggested that it might be helpful for me to see a nutritionist attached to one of the specialty clinics. She specifically mentioned two, but gastroenterology is the only one I remember. The other one made sense, too, but I can't for the life of me remember. The primary thing I need help with is dealing with fatigue and inability to sleep properly due to family realities. I spend a lot of time eating to stay awake or to stay able to think even when staying awake isn't a problem.

A lot of the advice for how I should eat also runs aground on anxiety related problems in terms of how my body responds to food. Both the reflux and the IBS are vastly dependent on my anxiety levels, not immediately but over days, weeks, and months. One bad day is trivial. One good day is also trivial. When I'm having a lot of anxiety, I don't dare eat much in the way of fruits or vegetables because they all spike the IBS. The things that are safe are things like plain potatoes, white rice, some types of bread, oatmeal, and plain pasta.

People keep saying, "Why don't you just sleep in a different room?" and then I laugh. The only available 'other room' is the partially finished basement which has no emergency egress and is therefore illegal for that purpose. Also, when you're down there, you can still hear everything happening upstairs. Someone just walking around is enough to keep sounder sleepers than I am awake (friends and relatives have complained about it).

Earplugs don't help, nor do masks over my eyes to keep out the light. The real problem is-- How to put it? Activation might be the best word, I think. I need to know that Scott and Cordelia are okay and in bed before my brain will let me settle. The only way to get around that is a lot of practice, possibly months before it takes, or medication.

I exchanged emails with the sleep disorders clinician I've been seeing. She says that she's got an idea for a different mask that might decrease my problems with coughing/sneezing from using the c-PAP. She doesn't think the one she originally prescribed to replace the nasal pillows is the right choice. I do think I might do better with a mask than with the nasal pillows because those keep moving out of place. I woke about three times in the early morning today because the weight of the hose had pulled the pillows sideways (I was on my back) enough that one was no longer anywhere near the right place. The machine still thought I had a good seal, so I have no idea how it measures that.
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Okay, I have to make it clear to Scott that, no matter how cool it is outside, we are not opening the windows again until all of the ragweed is dead. He opened them around 6 last night and left them open when he went to work. I didn't try to close them because I have a very difficult time getting the windows to move. I'm now sneezing like crazy and have the worst sinus headache I've had in years. I've shut the windows as well as I can (Scott's asleep), and I think I'm going to have to force the AC to run in order to try to clear the air in here. I've taken all of the allergy medication that I can. The next step is a sinus wash. I just hate doing that.

I suppose I should consider it a win that it now takes several hours for ragweed to knock me on my ass? When I was a kid, I was miserable for months each year because of it. Seven years of allergy shots did something.

I wrote 1300 words last night. Sadly, none of it was for my Captive Audience story. I also worked a bit on my Darkest Night sign up. I think there are enough requests that I'd enjoy doing now to make signing up feasible. I will likely wait until the last minute to make sure that I'm not offering something that might match on something I can't or don't want to write. There are some things requested that I've looked at and realized that, while I could write for those requests, I wouldn't enjoy it. I think that part of my problem is that I don't much want to write anything sexually dark for this. I've written a lot of that this summer and would like to write something dark in a completely different way.

I'm trying to get myself to the point of being able to respond politely to a couple of comments on Auguries of Innocence (my Harry Potter darkfic AU). The comments are from someone who wants me to do terrible things to Harry and Hermione for having become ruthless people who sometimes do terrible things but to redeem Ron (who has done and continues to do equally horrible things) so that I can have an endgame with the commenter's OTP-- Ron/Draco-- living happily ever after.

I am hoping to take the story in a 'things get better' direction, but I really think that, in that story, Draco's idea of happily ever after won't involve being paired with anyone at all. I also think it likely that the current Harry/Ron/Hermione relationship isn't going to end during the course of the story because it's actually pretty stable, given the givens.

I ended up lying down for a while yesterday because I was so tired I could barely stay upright, but I didn't sleep because every position I tried lying in hurt. I ended up having Scott get me a Wendy's double with cheese (and the staff there screwed up the order and gave me one with everything instead of just cheese and meat and bun, so I had to throw out the top bun. At least the lettuce kept the ketchup, mayo, and mustard from getting on the burger itself). That got me through about four hours, up until Scott left for work. I was even able to do the dishes and run some laundry.

At that point, though, I was in that weird zone where I was nodding off but my body was too tense for me to feel like sleep was even remotely possible. I think I got about six hours of sleep before Scott came to bed. After that, I got another three, but it was all of the sort where my brain kept clawing for consciousness over my body's objections. I think that a big part of that was the sinus headache which felt, the whole time, like I needed to remove the front of my head from the eyeballs down.

I just feel like, every time I ought to be able to get a refreshing night of sleep, something else smacks me and makes it not happen.

I ended up ordering a bunch of not very expensive items ($3-$7) from my Amazon wishlist and from Cordelia's. I got nine items for about $50. I'm hoping to use the stuff for Cordelia as a well done gift after we actually do the blood draw on Monday.
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I decided to go ahead and do that Fic Positivity meme. My thread is here. I'm way back on p.7, so I don't expect all that much random traffic. I also feel a little weird doing it.

Ah, well. I just ate a lunch that means I shouldn't lie down (Scott got a different kind of sausage*, and the spicing is not agreeable. I will end up eating them anyway because Scott can't and Cordelia certainly won't), so I think going through comments to find people whose work I know will be a nice, low stress activity for the afternoon until I can actually lie down.

*Kroger brand 'standard' turkey breakfast sausages.
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Something Scott ate yesterday has given him an allergic reaction. He and I had lentil soup for dinner last night. I used chicken broth, water, and lemon juice which should all have been fine, so I suspect that the culprit is the sauce packet I added-- That looked safe when I read the ingredients, but either 'flavoring' or 'spice' must include something that's a problem as all of the known ingredients were things Scott eats normally. The thing was explicitly to go with chicken and mostly contained chicken derived stuff.

Maybe he ate something while he was out at his doctor appointments yesterday? We only talked for about two minutes this morning between me and Cordelia getting up and him going to bed. He said he didn't know what was causing the problem, and I didn't want to keep him just to ask more questions.

Cordelia decided to stay home today in order to see her grandparents and uncle who will be arriving around 11:30 to take us to lunch. The main complication of this is that I now don't have anywhere to put the junk that I need to move out of the living room so that people can sit down. Scott's asleep in our room, and Cordelia's asleep in her room. That pretty much leaves the basement.

Scott won't join us for lunch. We decided that it made more sense for him to keep sleeping. We have our biweekly game session tonight, and he's supposed to GM. I kind of think it might be better for us to play board games, but I guess it will depend on he's doing at 7 tonight. We'll also need to stop a bit early because he needs to leave shortly after 10 in order to get to work by 10:45.

I got a lot of chores done yesterday-- Five loads of laundry; filling, running, and emptying the dishwasher; making dinner; cooking two packages of breakfast sausages; breaking down some boxes for recycling; getting the recycling and trash to the curb for pick up; changing the sheets on our bed; rearranging and dusting my bedroom bookshelves; and moving two shopping bags of books from our bedroom down to the basement plus shelving about a third of them.

Oh, and I sprayed a set of clothing for Cordelia to wear at camp. We bought some prometherin (sp?) which is a spray on tick repellent that's specifically for clothing. She's only wearing a t-shirt and long shorts plus underwear and footie socks, so it only helps a very little bit, but a little bit is better than nothing. We're not spraying her underwear or socks (footie socks don't come up past the top of the shoe). The spray bottle doesn't work very well. The only way to get anything out is to hold it sideways, and the stuff is very bad to breathe, so the spraying has to be done outside and then the clothes left hanging outside to dry for a few hours (how long depends on the humidity).

Needless to say, I was ready to sleep pretty early. I didn't end up doing so, but I should have, could have. Part of not going to bed early was that I had trouble making myself stand up to deal with getting ready to sleep.

Scott sleeping during the day really disrupts my routine because I can't really listen to music or watch anything due to noise. I dug up some earbuds, but they turned out not to work well because one gave no sound at all. We'd had them for years without ever opening the package, so either they were defective when we bought them or they deteriorated in storage. I can watch things with the sound off if there's captioning, but I like to be able to hear the dialogue, too.

I also have to be sure that I have all of the things I need out of the bedroom before Scott goes to bed. If I go in there for something, it will wake him. Tomorrow, when the cleaning lady comes, will be interesting.

I'm thinking that I might move the bags of stuff we want to get rid of to the garage. If that stuff gets stolen, well, at that point, we wouldn't have to haul it anywhere to donate it. But I kind of think that someone looking for quick cash isn't going to dig through garbage bags full of old clothing, not when there are things like the snowblower and Cordelia's bike. I'll shut the door, but Scott tends to forget, and he's the one who mostly opens the door (lawn mowing, grilling, etc.).
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I keep losing track of what day of the week it is, and, probably because of the story that needs to get done, I have the constant feeling that I'm forgetting something important that I need to get done right this second. I actually don't have anything at all scheduled for the rest of the week, so I'm not actually forgetting an appointment or anything.

We discovered last night at about 9 that we have no bread type stuff usable for Scott's sandwiches. The rye bread was moldy. The burger buns were moldy. The two remaining bagels weren't, but for some reason, Scott didn't want cheese and turkey and chocolate. I suggested cashew butter and jam, but he decided to take meatloaf instead.

The meatloaf isn't exactly right this time. It's edible, but I put in too much teriyaki sauce because I lost control while pouring it in. I had to add a lot of extra oatmeal to balance the wetness, but there wasn't much I could do about the flavor. For some reason that I can't recall now, I also added dill. The combination of dill and teriyaki isn't bad, but it is completely unexpected and so a little disconcerting.

We still have half of the package of ground turkey left, and I should cook that today. I'm just not sure what I want to do with it. Maybe I can scrounge the ingredients to make some sort of soup either in the pressure cooker or in the crock pot? I know how to do it in the crock pot but that would require getting the dratted thing out and finding a place for it to sit and all of that. I think I'll see if there are any decent soup recipes for the pressure cooker.

There's going to be a local to us anomaly for Ingress in late August. I'm in the process of signing up for it, but I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do, given how variable my energy levels and such tend to be.

On the bright side, I'm no longer sore from yesterday's excursion. I had trouble walking for most of the evening, but I'm doing about as usual now. Which means I still hurt. I just don't hurt extra from having been stupid.

I currently only have two library books that can't be renewed. One is due this weekend. The other is newly checked out, so I have a couple of days shy of four weeks to finish it.

Today's To Do List )
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The mail app that came on my phone and that I gave up on in 2015 in favor of the Gmail app decided yesterday that it was going to try again to send a bunch of messages that it failed to send in 2015, mostly photographs (and some of those photographs of my radiation burns being sent to doctors). Naturally they went out (although I *think* the attachments didn't. I hope). I'm boggled by this since the program has done nothing for almost two years. I thought the program was completely non-functional but apparently not.

I have now disabled it by deleting its access to my Gmail address and password.

But why would it decide at 10:11 a.m. yesterday that it should activate itself? I wasn't doing anything with the phone right then.

The power came back last night while Scott and I were at his PT appointment. I tested, sometime in the middle of the appointment, by calling to see if the answering machine picked up. No power means no answering machine, so when it started playing the message, I knew we had power.

We ended up going to Bob Evans for dinner, and all had 'broasted' chicken. I probably shouldn't have because I ended up with a little trouble with reflux a couple of hours later from the chicken skin and the oil in whatever they put on the chicken skin.

When we got home, Cordelia and I went in and started emptying all the meat out of the fridge. There was rather a lot of it because Scott had bought some stuff on sale the last time he went shopping. I also threw out some things that should have been pitched weeks ago. I kept Scott's lunch meat because the stuff is made so that it won't make you sick if you leave it in your desk for several hours between getting to work and actually eating it. A little time in a fridge that was slowly warming isn't likely to have gotten through those preservatives.

The resulting bag of trash was heavy enough that Cordelia refused to try to carry it to the bin. I considered splitting the contents, but that would have involved touching some nasty stuff, so I lugged the bag out there myself. I had a bit of trouble getting it high enough to get it into the bin, but I managed.

Scott, meanwhile, was buying some replacement groceries to get us through until we can do the weekly shopping on Sunday. (Normally, it would be Saturday, but we will be out from about 10:30 in the morning until who knows when in the evening due to our nephew's graduation party.)

I slept really badly and ended up giving up on the c-PAP after a couple of hours. I woke with a headache that I still have after food, caffeine, and Tylenol. It feels sinus-ish (which probably explains the c-PAP giving me so much trouble last night. If my sinuses were already cranky, blowing air through them that way wouldn't improve matters at all). I spent a lot of time trying to find a comfortable position, and other things kept happening to wake me.

I'm a little frustrated with Scott over bedtime. He keeps bitching about how he never manages to get to sleep any earlier, no matter what he does, but, you know, he doesn't ever change anything about his routine. I'll tell him at 10 that he really has to make his lunch and get ready for bed. He doesn't move from the couch. At 10:30, I tell him again and get all my bedtime preparation done. Once I'm in the bedroom, I write or read until he comes in. At that point, I'm in the middle of something but would stop if he asked. Instead, he watches TV show episodes or YouTube videos until I decide to turn out the light. Then he complains about how very late it is and how he should have gone to be at 10.

I don't think it should be on me to be entirely responsible for when the light goes out, given that I don't have to be up in the morning. I tend to keep working because he's not shutting things down. That makes me figure that he's in the middle of something and doesn't want to stop. I won't be able to sleep until he shuts down his laptop, so I might as well get something done.

I've told him that he can tell me when he wants/needs the light off, and when he closes his laptop and puts it away, I generally have the light off less than five minutes later (and most of that delay is me taking a trip to the bathroom). I may work for a bit longer on my phone if there's something urgent or if there's some reason I can't sleep, but I can keep the light from getting to him.

Today is Cordelia's first shift volunteering at the library. She'll be downtown. I think the job is sorting prizes requested by people playing the library's summer game. Cordelia has ordered some stuff herself. She's supposed to be there an hour from now, so I expect she'll leave soon.
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We're now an hour past the OMG throw out everything in the fridge point and have no idea when we'll have power again. They're now saying 7, but the original estimate was 3, and a neighboring area has been told 11. It's 5:30-ish now.

I'm with Scott at the place where he does PT because there's AC. Cordelia's still at the library, waiting for a hold to come in.

I'm depressed about all the food we're going to have to pitch and about how much replacing it will cost.
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Waffles actually are kind of easy, at least when I'm working from a mix. The biggest hitch was the egg not wanting to mix. Scott had told me to use a spoon instead of a whisk because having lumpy batter is fine, but the egg white was kind of clumpy, so I had to go to a whisk anyway. Our waffle iron has a light that comes on when the waffle is done (my assumption is that this has to do with sensing temperature since it's the same light that comes on when the iron has preheated).

In the afternoon, after the library trip, we went to Vault of Midnight, the game and comic store downtown, and Scott got two Firefly game supplements and a cooperative game that he thinks I might enjoy.

We had dinner out for a third night in a row. This time we went to a Chinese place near the Kroger. Cordelia was unimpressed by her chicken lo mein which basically had no flavor to speak of, but we all like the chicken with mixed vegetables and shrimp with mixed vegetables that Scott and I got. The service was not stellar. I'm pretty sure that the waitress must have been inexperienced. She asked for our food order immediately after we sat down, before we'd even had time to open the menus, and kept coming back to ask at very short intervals. She never refilled our water glasses in spite of a request. After the meal, we asked for three boxes, and she brought two.

After that, we went next door to the Asian grocery and bought a lot of mochi. I also got some ginger coconut hard candies, and Cordelia got some guava sour candies and some pear juice that she's had before and really likes. Scott got a large slotted ladle which we do need. I told him that we should be shopping there for dumplings and buns and such rather than at Kroger. I'm pretty sure that the stuff there was half to two thirds the price of the same stuff at Kroger, and it's just across the street.

Scott and I watched two movies that I'd gotten from the library. Well, for certain values of watched. I'm not sure that either of us actually paid much attention to Beauty and the Beast (2017). I'm sitting at a really terrible angle to see the TV and never quite managed to get interested. Teen Titans: The Judas Contract was better and held our attention.

There's an exchange I didn't sign up for for which I'd like to write about a dozen treats, but (and this is why I didn't sign up) it has the same due date as Not Prime Time. I really don't think I'm going to write that many stories in that window. Ah, well. Maybe they'll keep the collection open for after the fact treats.

I'm considering signing up for Fic Corner, but I'm not really enthusiastic about anything that was nominated. (I didn't nominate because of computer troubles. Me nominating probably wouldn't have helped as I skew toward obscure books from the 1960s through the early 1980s.) There's one thing I'm pretty certain I could write. There are things I could probably write and am sure I own. There are things I might be able to write but am not sure I still own. There are things that might be interesting to try but that would require buying the canon (if I could find it). Many of these are books I haven't read in decades.

Today's to do list )
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Cordelia's best friend's family needs to move this summer, so it's now kind of up in the air as to which high school she'll end up attending. It will depend on whether or not they find a house to buy and where or if they need to move to another rental somewhere. I know they want to stay on this side of town because the girl's mother works at the VA hospital and needs to commute by bus. I've referred them to the buyer's agent we worked with, and I warned them about the Orangeburg sewer line problem that many houses have. A collapsed sewer line is both horribly expensive and beyond inconvenient. The city keeps a database of where Orangeburg lines have been replaced, and they recommend using it to see if the house you're interested in has had it replaced and/or is in a neighborhood where other houses have. A lot of these neighborhoods were built all at once.

I ended up spending about three hours at an urgent care clinic last night. I think that, every time my body does something weird now, my clinic's triage nurses are going to look at my medical records and panic because it could be something terrible. In this case, one round of the standard PT for vertigo (the Epley maneuver) seems to have settled things completely.

I missed my window for dinner, so all I ate after lunch yesterday was an applesauce pouch. I had grabbed it on the way to the urgent care clinic because it had already been five hours since lunch. We tried to pick up a vanilla frosty on the way home, but the Wendy's was out of vanilla, so I was SOL on that front.

Scott and Cordelia went to the class picnic without me (and still got to the clinic to pick me up before I was actually done). Scott sent me a picture of Cordelia and some of her classmates wading. There's a lot of bean salad leftover. When I tried some this morning, I was irritated to discover that some of the beans were actually crunchy. I used pre-cooked, canned beans. Crunchy is not something I wanted or expected, and it probably explains why there's so much leftover. I'm not sure what to do about that at this point. I don't want to eat crunchy beans, but I can't exactly pull out the problematic ones to cook them further now.
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We got some of my email archives back. They're in a horrible jumble because the folder structure didn't come over. No, it did, but the messages aren't where I put them, and there are dozens more folders than I ever created, some nesting five or six deep. There are also messages from 2003 and 2013 coming up as things that are unread. The stuff from 2013 is all stuff that I know I deleted, political stuff, stuff for Cordelia's school, things about Cordelia's sports schedule. I still have about 2000 'unread' messages to locate and look at. It's going to take days. I haven't even started trying to sort things.

I think I lost all of my Arbor Parents messages. It might just be that they're somewhere other than the Arbor Parents folder (which contained two hundred or so messages from a listserve about scholarship on romance novels/stories. I don't remember signing up, but that was fourteen years ago. Most of 2003 is blurry due to Cordelia's arrival in May. It is the sort of thing I might well have found interesting.

I can't be sure how much of my fic feedback is there and how much isn't. It might all be. I'll likely never know. I have found some of it in completely unrelated folders, a long way from where it should be. Once I locate what fic feedback there is, I'm going to try to figure out a way to save it off separately.

Cordelia went with us to the library yesterday. After we dealt with that, we walked three blocks to get smoothies at Cordelia's request. Scott prefers smoothies to bubble tea, but getting them involves more walking. Though we're unlikely to go for bubble tea again any time soon. There's major construction on both cross streets near Bubble Island.

I'm currently trying to decide how much of a given library CD I should listen to before I decide that I'm just not interested. I've been trying a lot of new to me kinds of music, and stopping after three or four songs seems like not giving it a chance. I stopped one CD today because I hated the vocals. On a single artist album, that's a pretty clear deal breaker.

We had dinner at Applebee's on Saturday night. Scott wanted me and Cordelia to be able to get food that we won't get at home due to his allergies (or to my issues or to Cordelia's). Given that as the goal, I had a steak. Cordelia tasted it because she was quite sure she'd never had steak before. Cordelia got fish and chips with coleslaw. She wasn't impressed by the coleslaw; she and I both prefer the kind KFC makes. We remembered to ask them not to put pepper on anything. I have no idea why so many restaurants think they should put pepper on things instead of letting customers season to taste. Most of them, if I ask for no pepper, also put on no salt. I can't imagine that they don't have salt that's not mixed with pepper, so it seems kind of passive aggressive.

Scott wanted to see Wonder Woman over the weekend, but he couldn't get Cordelia interested and really didn't want to go alone. Instead, he mowed the lawn and got rid of some weeds. He paid bills. He watched a lot of Fresh Off the Boat with Cordelia.
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I'm glad we went to the viewing. We hadn't seen Mary and her husband (also named Scott) for quite a long time. Mary shared a house with Scott and his brother during college, and her husband moved into that house when my Scott moved out.

We spent most of our time talking to a third college friend, Jim, who also lived in that house and who is Mary's cousin. Jim's kind of responsible for me and Scott meeting in the first place. We mostly talked games. He's been playing that Pandemic version that can only be played once but that takes a couple dozen longish sessions to get through. He says it's a lot of fun and very difficult to master. He compared the monetary investment to buying a videogame that one only expects to play once or twice. He also commented that he's pretty sure that the reason his tabletop RPG group is stable is that none of them have kids. Which makes sense.

We picked up dinner at Plum Market on our way home. Scott got a salad and some mac 'n' cheese. We got some sushi for Cordelia and seem to have chosen well enough for her to eat it all. I got an assortment from the hot buffet. Most of it was just barely okay. There's one dish that I took a small amount of that turned out to be really, really good, but I was worried that it might have hidden dangers for me or even just have flavor I didn't like. If I'd been able to sample it first, I'd probably have taken just that and the steamed vegetables.

Scott is expecting to have to work late tonight, so he stopped at the center and cancelled Cordelia's PT appointment for this evening. The last time she was in, the therapist said that she might be ready to be discharged, so the hope is that we won't need to make up the appointment. I did mention that it was feasible for me to get her there and home again, but Scott wasn't keen on that.

I see my primary care doctor on Thursday. I need to make a list of things to talk to her about. I suspect that my difficulties sleeping will end up high on the list. Those are at least 50% scheduling (family obligations, medications, meals and reflux, Scott and Cordelia needing to be able to do things that are mildly noisy but enough to keep me awake) issues, but there's a good chunk that relates to the c-PAP and even more that relates to anxiety and to other physical issues.

Talking about sleep and schedules for my own benefit )

I just looked at the list of WIP that I used to follow on FFnet and discovered that I haven't checked on any of them in almost five years. I didn't realize it had been that long since I was reading fic regularly enough to keep going with that. I didn't have a FFnet account at that point, so I just kept an offline list with the url of the most recent chapter and the date of the last update. After two or three years of no updates, I'd gradually stop checking (unless the story was just that good...).
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The afternoon yesterday was laid back. Scott and Cordelia gave me seasons 4 and 5 of Leverage and season 1 of Batman Beyond. Scott and I went to the library around 4:00 and did a little Ingress while we were out.

Cordelia watched The Fellowship of the Ring and was very puzzled as to why people like it so much. She also was very annoyed by the lack of female characters. When Arwen showed up, Cordelia noted that this was the first female character of any note/with lines of dialogue.

On our way to Brighton, Scott took Whitmore Lake Road part of the way with the idea of avoiding construction. Then he decided to go back to 23 because it had looked clear from what he could see of it. That led us to driving through some very slow bits of construction. I'm not sure we actually avoided any construction by taking Whitmore Lake Road at all, so I'm not sure what the point was.

Food frustrations/general crankiness )

I wasn't able to use my c-PAP for the whole night last night because part of my nose is inflamed and hurts terribly when anything touches it. I'm going to apply heat and see if that helps it resolve.
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My last PT appointment went well. Mainly, at this point, it's a question of me keeping up my exercises and being careful. Next week, the only medical appointment currently scheduled is Cordelia's PT, and that's at a time when Scott can take her without me going along. I just have to figure out a decent dinner option for her that she can eat in the car because PT ends at 6:00 and she has something else from 6:00 to 8:00.

Since Cordelia was off at Cedar Point all day, Scott and I went out for dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant, Evergreen. We had eaten there once, right after we moved here a bit more than twenty years ago, and had not been impressed at all, but we thought it had likely changed. It had. The decor was completely different and so, I think, was the menu. We both liked what we got, but we were pretty conservative in terms of what we ordered-- Scott got chicken with green beans and ginger. I got shrimp with vegetables. I also tried their bubble tea. The tapioca pearls weren't the texture I prefer, but it was otherwise passable, just very, very heavy on the ice which made getting the tapioca pearls kind of challenging.

Cordelia ate the leftovers from both dishes for lunch and liked them. I was surprised by the one with ginger in it because she usually hates ginger. Of course, she's got a really nasty head cold, so maybe she couldn't taste it.

I got everything on yesterday's to do list done except for starting my Not Prime Time assignment. Hopefully, I can make a dent in that today. I also want to change our sheets. I think I can manage that if I wear thumb splints and am cautious.

We'll be getting together with Scott's family for Mother's Day tomorrow. For some weird reason, we're once again going to a particular Italian place where there's very little I can eat (I need to avoid oregano, basil, tomatoes, peppers, and black pepper and to limit oil/fat for reflux reasons) and where Scott's sister has had horrible service (as in forgetting to bring her meal out at all) more than once. The gluten free menu, which Scott's sister and mother both use, is extremely limited.

I don't know if Scott's sister's in-laws will be there or not. They might be, or they might be doing something earlier in the day. But if they are, maybe this is the only place they could find that could seat twelve people at 6:00 on Mother's Day? Without them, there would be nine of us which is still a pretty large group. I don't know.

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