Velour, and more

I did something today that I thought I'd never do.
You know those jogging suits made of velour? The kind you would never jog in? I wore one in public with no shirt on underneath. Don't get excited, it's perfectly modest. I just have never worn it this way, because I am always nervous that the zipper will creep down unbeknownst to me, and reveal an eye-full to the roving masses. It occurred to me that two things have become true.
#1 I have no eye-full.
#2 The roving masses aren't looking at me.
It's possible that numbers one and two are related.
So, I threw the velour ensemble on my tired self, and ran to Albertson's to stimulate the economy.
My tax return has come to visit. It won't stay long, no doubt, but I appreciate it while it's here. One thing I do when I have money, is I fill my wine rack. It has three spots on it, so it's not like it takes a fortune.
I don't know why I bought wine today, as I am not going to drink any, out of respect for my liver. My liver is anticipating the need to process NyQuil this evening before bed. I don't wish to ask too much of this vital organ. Lest it become un-vital.
NyQuil was lovingly suggested to me by the man I'm in love with. I believe he will also be tipping back a blue shot o' the wonder drug tonight. I've infected him. I acquired an aggressive virus on Friday, and it tried very hard to make me quite ill. I fought back with large quantities of Airborne, and have emerged more or less victorious.
In truth, I felt like I was swallowing shards of glass on Friday. By Saturday, I felt like remaining upright was too great an effort. Today, I woke shaky and a tad bit dizzy, but vastly improved. The NyQuil is to attend what congestion there is, so that healthful sleep can do for me what the Airborne cannot.

Airborne is the best invention since antibiotics. Seriously.



The week was a long one. Have I told you about the uproar on the fringes of my world?
One Very Dear Friend was in town due to her brother's trial. The charge was horribly serious, and would have been a heartbreak for this dear family. He was found Not Guilty, but the worry made for lots of prayer and sleepless nights.
Another Friend's father Died behind the wheel of his truck, completely unexpectedly. Her family has all come to town to honor his life.
Then, of course there was the evening in the emergency room with Patsy's girls.
Top that off with a bit of sickness.
I'm glad this week's behind me.

The upside to the week I've had is that I've had numerous excuses to speak with several Very Dear Friends.

Oh, and since we're not remotely on the subject:

I am reading this book.
It's a book that I can not, in good conscience, recommend to you. It's fantastic, though mildly scandalous. The first couple books in the series are more than mildly scandalous, they are shockingly so. But, I read them years ago, and so can't be held responsible. The statute of limitations is out on that.
Suffice it to say, that I have buried myself in books #5 and now #6 of the series for weeks now. It's sweet escapism. You want to know what they are, don't you? I'm not telling.
You'll judge me.

Now, that's a lot to say.
If I'd blog on a more regualr schedule, perhaps I wouldn't bore you with endless drivel once or twice a week. I could bore you with mindless drivel daily. Just the thought is exciting, eh?