That was a righteous shellacking, was it not? I turned off the game at half time.
A thousand words yesterday. I don’t seem to be having any problems making word count.
Church was pretty sad yesterday. Two long time members of the church are facing their last illnesses, and I know they are old but I love them both dearly and it’s just sad to see how their wives are bearing up under the strain. Also, one of my favourite church members has cancer and another one is also going for cancer treatments. Ack. Make it stop please. At the same time church was pretty awesome; the service was about the life and work of Bruce Cockburn. Night before at the housefilk I said, “Well I can’t imagine them playing “If I had a Rocket Launcher” in church” and I was wrong! How Peggy and I giggled about it afterwards. Congratulations to our minister for daring and being all she is. Thanks also to Marylke for the ride home.
I practiced for about an hour yesterday. It was a bit painful because the con crud finally set in and I’ve got a ghastly dry cough. I will probably head out to the pharmacy today to get something to kill the cough, or maybe just load up on Throat Coat tea with honey. I went looking for cold meds and everything was time expired by 12 months.
Welp, that’s enough for now. I’m heading back to sleep, after another broken night.
Here’s a lovely version of Danse Macabre.
