Then Sunday morning mood really dank stanky skanky blah. But I got Dale up with McDonald’s at 8:00. Then rallied and we went to church. And I cried and cried. We had a baptism, which is always a sure fire she’s going to cry. Right. Now. Moment. And once the gates were opened the tears continued. And my Eucharist strategy worked this week! A couple weeks ago I decided to break the host in half and hold on to the edges and dunk the Christ in the goblet and wet him really well. I have issues with dry mouth so the thing doesn’t always dissolve as it should. And I have issues with a big gulp of port before lunch. So anyhow, two weeks ago I broke the host and when the wine guy came over the split host went flying and the wine guy picked up half and I dunked that and it was like just half of Jesus, you know? So yesterday I broke the thing the man himself and held on tight so tight to the edges just the tips and dipped it in soaked it good and it was almost perfect. Though I’d rather much rather drink from the cup. In any case yesterday I got the entire Jesus, broken, but complete.
That’s the object/theology/spirit lesson for today.
Then after church went to India Mahal and Gabrielle and Kraig (a couple of new friends from church) and Linda Sue came with and after that was feeling quite well and sex in spite of the dog shit grey soup duck fuck skies. Wanted to go to pool but really who could even stir?
So napped a bit. Just as I napped a bit on Friday. And Thursday. I do not like this napping. Had difficulty getting to sleep last night. My mask, for whatever reason, is driving me quite mad. And I’m having hot flashes hot thingys whatever they are I’m just HOT. Again. This had abated. And of course very cold. But have figured out the cover situation. TWO SHEETS.
much the same