My father called yesterday, but I didn't notice because I turned my ringer off Friday evening and forgot to turn it back on. I plan to keep doing that sort of thing because of early morning spam calls and texts. Our sleep schedule being what it is, those interruptions can mean severely truncated sleep.
Scott and I are currently negotiating about my 5 a.m. alarm for my thyroid medication. The problem is that it can take me 30 seconds to persuade my phone to shut off because it doesn't register my fingertips as properly conductive. It can happen while I'm awake, but at least then I have strategies for dealing with it. Licking my fingertip before pressing often works, and usually I can get one of my ten fingers to register.
When I'm startled out of sleep, it's very hard to be systematic about it. Also, I'm desperate to shut the alarm up so that Scott won't wake fully. He is annoyed enough by the interruption that he's saying one of us may need to find a different place to sleep.
Thyroid medication is such a serious pain in the ass to work around everything else.
At any rate, my father wanted to let me know that Grandma is doing okay, mostly. She's been in a care facility for a few months because the aunt and uncle she was staying with are too ill themselves to be able to look after her. Yesterday was her birthday, and the family local to her had a fifteen minute, no contact visit that included singing happy birthday to her.
One of my sisters has her birthday today. My father says she's working online, from home, so I'm not sure calling her right now is a great idea. Of course, the last I knew, she was working as a nanny which doesn't seem like a thing that would work remotely. I don't know. She and I aren't very close because she's 23 years younger than I am and because we've never lived close enough to visit. She seems very nice, though.
My father's birthday is tomorrow. It occurs to me now that I didn't actually say happy birthday to him, so I'll need to call again tomorrow to say it.
Scott and Cordelia watched the live action Lion King earlier today. I wandered into the living room and found the visuals actively off-putting. Having the background be mostly shades of brown and brown-green makes sense because that's what the real world looks like, but it's very hard for me to process movement that way. Seeing it that way on a screen just makes me cranky because it doesn't have to look like that. Someone made a choice.
Cordelia's criticisms are entirely based on her opinions of the vocal performances. She does not like musicals that cast actors who can't sing or that cast actors with noticeably uneven singing ability. She expects that from, say, high school productions, but professional productions have a much, much larger pool of talent to draw on.
The pot pie yesterday came out okay but not great. I got tired and went to sit down, expecting Scott to let me know when the next steps needed to happen. He went ahead and did them without me. I had said something about not wanting too much liquid and suggested using the collander ladle to be sure of getting all the solid stuff and then using the regular ladle for the broth. Scott just didn't add the broth at all because he misunderstood what I had said.
Next time, he'll know.
That didn't make things inedibly dry, but it did mean that there wasn't any flavor passed from the filling to the biscuit topping. I'm not sure the leftovers are going to be very good unless I add something more because refrigeration is going to dry things out further. I'm just not sure what to add. I used all the chicken broth, and I need to stay low fat so that I don't get reflux, so no melted margarine.
(I'm not looking for suggestions here. Our family food issues are complicated, and we're not in a position to acquire anything we don't already have in the house.)
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