Life's rich pageant.
I am checking w/ weather radio, to see if I must walk to stores today - or tomorrow. Probably today. Woke up with a little dementia, fatigue, continuing headache. These things follow from hidden brain inflammation. Suffering consequence of recent walk to library. Looks like I must depart today. Almost out of TP, etc.
Started heady post yesterday, but it will have to wait. Might do tiny heady post now - wait and see. Topic: coincidence.
Have not found or garnered sleeping pants, which I need. So, I have taken to wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings. From some Halloween costume. Weaving means many spots are pockets for warmth. My white socks are over them, when I go outside. Only problem, a few inches of them can be seen between my socks and my robe. So, that's what was on my mind when I went to check my mail a few minutes ago. Opened the door, and some loud voice came out of nowhere! Turned out to be the mailman, talking to crazy man downstairs. So, I see him coming my way, and I close the door. Waiting for him to deliver my mail. Then I retrieved it when he went away. Living ni the shadows.
Always been a little like that most of my life. But, soon, e.g., marijuana will be legal, and I can smoke it again, no longer in paranoia. A few years ago, I asked my CFS specialist if he could get the hospital to accept medical marijuana. Not a chance, even though he probably is the head of the hospital's board. So, people in medical need had to go w/o. Now we have to battle the professional morons at the new city-run pot dispensary which is, by the way, strategically located far away from all the poor (black) people, where I live. Got to make myself sick just to get my medicine. But, smoking it will be so great, especially in these fishnet stockings, lol.
So - yes - I did get my $50 refund in the mail, and all that looks good.
I really don't know about trekking to the stores today, as I am a bit ill. Will need to rest or sleep, followed by a deep hot bath, by which time it may be getting dark. Pooh on Father Winter.
Started heady post yesterday, but it will have to wait. Might do tiny heady post now - wait and see. Topic: coincidence.
Have not found or garnered sleeping pants, which I need. So, I have taken to wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings. From some Halloween costume. Weaving means many spots are pockets for warmth. My white socks are over them, when I go outside. Only problem, a few inches of them can be seen between my socks and my robe. So, that's what was on my mind when I went to check my mail a few minutes ago. Opened the door, and some loud voice came out of nowhere! Turned out to be the mailman, talking to crazy man downstairs. So, I see him coming my way, and I close the door. Waiting for him to deliver my mail. Then I retrieved it when he went away. Living ni the shadows.
Always been a little like that most of my life. But, soon, e.g., marijuana will be legal, and I can smoke it again, no longer in paranoia. A few years ago, I asked my CFS specialist if he could get the hospital to accept medical marijuana. Not a chance, even though he probably is the head of the hospital's board. So, people in medical need had to go w/o. Now we have to battle the professional morons at the new city-run pot dispensary which is, by the way, strategically located far away from all the poor (black) people, where I live. Got to make myself sick just to get my medicine. But, smoking it will be so great, especially in these fishnet stockings, lol.
So - yes - I did get my $50 refund in the mail, and all that looks good.
I really don't know about trekking to the stores today, as I am a bit ill. Will need to rest or sleep, followed by a deep hot bath, by which time it may be getting dark. Pooh on Father Winter.