So, interesting day so far

[avevale_intelligencer]

Get up, whiz out early to get important gotta-be-fresh things, pick up meat pre-ordered from butcher and get the Dowager Countess's present. This takes longer than expected owing to aforementioned egg-shaped tyre, resulting in aforementioned missage of essential telly (now happily to be remedied thanks to lil_shepherd and inamac who are splendid people). Come home to blocked-up loo calling weakly for caustic soda, realisation that I've forgotten cheese and plonk, and a DC who wants to get her prescription filled at the chemist for the pills she should have got more of days before she came here (as in she's been taking half doses rather than get some more: today she tells me). Since I have to go out anyway, I volunteer to get it for her, and she hands me...not a prescription, but the repeat slip with the list of medicines.

Pause. Breathe. Breathing is good.

Take slip to surgery. They obligingly (very obligingly) make an appointment for the DC to see the doctor and be temporarily registered here so that they can issue a prescription. Back home, fetch DC, take to surgery. Go do shopping, pick up DC from surgery, take to chemist, wait in car since my legs are for some reason disinclined to work, take DC with meds home. Collapse.

Somewhere there is shopping to be dealt with. Somewhere there is a tree to be fetched down, put up and trimmed. Somewhere there is a loo to be unblocked. As things stand at the moment it's six to four and pick 'em whether this will get done tonight or not. I write this during a brief break from watching Pirates 2 on DVD. When it finishes we'll see.

Happy Holidays can sometimes be too much like hard work. :)

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[harmonyheifer.livejournal.com]

I just got home from the grocery store. I have food defrosting on the counter as I write this because even using the little electric cart to get through the store I am totally exhausted. Of course I spent an hour and a half at the YMCA doing water aerobics before going to the store, but still. The parking lot was full. I was on my third and what would have been final pass when a space opened up within reasonable walking distance and I grabbed it. In the store I saw more overstressed half-in-a panic folks than I have seen since my last shift in a psychiatric ward. It was the worst I have ever seen it, although I usually try to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. The check-out lines were all backed up halfway through the store. People were coping, each according to their gifts. Some were chatting cheerfully in the check out line and humming along to the holiday carols on the sound system. Some were frazzled and cranky. There were more of the latter than the former I am sad to report. Sometimes being a pagan is a total blessing. I am home to stay now, except for a trip late this evening to the Episcopal Cathedral for midnight mass. We go for the music, and whenever I hear the priest say Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I just pretend he is saying Maiden, Mother and Crone. Hey, a trinity is a trinity, right?

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

Ug. [HUGS]