MORE SPINSTER BLISS

My days here at CS2 are slow and quiet, but very routine. I sleep until my tiny little brain tells me it's time to get out of the big girl sleigh bed, and then I start re-hydrating before my big a$$ cup of morning damn good.

If Rich is ushering or substitute teaching (like he was today...high school ceramics 🤭), I spend an hour or so reading my book. I'm about 3/4 of the way through Middlemarch, and enjoying it very much! I read slowly and savor every word. No annotating or notes, but I do feel like slowing down has greatly helped with my overall experience of visiting all of these classics.

Meal one is the same as it's been for a long while now: cottage cheese, blueberries, peaches, and pineapple with lots of water and a little Gatorade to wash it all down. De-hydration has been a huge problem with Louie, so I'm learning what things keep BellyBean safe and happy and plump without throwing everything out of whack.

Most of the mid-day hours are spent with coloring, and lately I've been enjoying monochrome coloring by way of Stll&Slow books. I usually complete one page a day before maximum relation state is achieved, and the effect it has on my handwriting (massive improvement) is wonderful!

Rich heads out to the balcony for some sports radio/cigar time and to call his mom for the daily check-in, and I usually head back to the big girl sleigh bed for a nice nap with my face in the sun that streams through the window.

Dinner has been simple things lately, and after the kitchen is clean and I've had a cool dark shower (*) it's stitchy time! And I ply needle and thread through whatever sports game is showing in the TeeVee, then one episode of Sopranos, one West Wing, and then it's time for bed.

If you've made it thus far without falling into a bored stupor at the sheer dullness of all things Spinster at the moment, I do apologize, but this seems to be exactly what the doctor ordered for getting me out of this darn flare up. I have to say, this one has completely humbled me, and dealing with it at this age and with Louie is very different than bulling my way through a flare up in my twenties at MachOne with my hair on fire.

But the thread that runs through this entire narrative is gratitude that I'm here to be living this boring yet beautiful life. Maybe slow and quiet isn't so bad after all, Dearies! I hope that your day is full of bliss today. What's keeping you slow and steady? Come tell me all about it!