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|I left the shopping bag on the table for her comfort. At least,|
that's her theory.
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Some Fridays, I have lots to say in a post. But then, some Thursdays don't involve having a mocha and mojito cake for lunch*. The latter fact may not appear to correlate with the former, but the equation series looks like this:
2 shots of espresso
+ lemony frosting
+ 0 protein outside of the mocha
+ flaming hurry
+ serious case of nerves preceding having to talk/conduct music in front of people for 2 hours
= too queasy to eat anything else all afternoon
1 case of too queasy to eat all afternoon
+ serious coffee jitters
% a great deal of prayer, careful preparation, and half an hour of peaceful piano music
= 1 relatively sane substitute choir director, for approximately 2 hours
1 relatively sane substitute choir director
+ huge amounts of residual caffeine
+ 1 small plate of spaghetti
= 2 wide-open brown eyes and 1 hypercaffeinated, racing mind
Which meant I was up till two, and then my brain forced itself awake early. I didn't dare have more coffee—I still feel like I have jitters—so I fell asleep on the couch a little while ago and then chose to fight my way out of the resultant sleep paralysis. (No hallucinations, though. And I didn't follow the mocha with bad whiskey. I promise.)
All that to say: I feel super weird. And I still have to clean house and go to a cookout tonight, so yeah. Unless you count this not-very-interesting ramble, I haven't got lots to say.
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I'll let the garden talk for me.
|Oregano, leeks, pumpkin vines|
|Non-invasive morning glory|
|A rose of splendid color.|
|My little poppy bloomed! Depending on angle, I think it looks|
like a pink Dobby. Or Yoda. Something with huge ears.
Not Jar-Jar, though.
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Music of the week: Maria brought this song to my attention on Facebook. It's soothing, and it's not often you see a violin strummed.
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* Courtesy demands that I mention I was invited to help myself to a perfectly good restaurant menu. I turned it down, planning to get home in time to eat before the next event on the day's schedule, but I couldn't tear myself away from my nieces. They're adorable. So, the whole thing was totally my fault.
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