My Usual Blah-Blah

When I got up this morning, Mr. Moon was long gone. He had an early appointment with a lending officer and that is a very long story which, due to my severe inability to process things like lending officers, I don't really understand. But he does and that's what matters. He'd left me a sweet note by the coffee pot, as he so often does when he leaves the house before I get up and I appreciated that as I always do. When I woke up I was having a typical dream involving huge messes, needing to feed huge crowds, and not being able to find anything to wear. In my dream I thought, "This is just like what happens in my dreams. Maybe I'm dreaming," but then I thought, "Nah. This is real."
A twist in this dream was that instead of a child I needed to take care, I was drowning in house plants that had been sorely neglected which was also the cause of most of the mess but not all of it. Another twist was that instead of leaving me for the black-haired woman my husband generally leaves me for in my dreams, is that a redheaded bitch was the one stealing him away. He was packing his clothes in the dream and I said, "Are you leaving me?" 
At first he denied it and then he admitted that he was. 
"For that redheaded bitch?" I asked. And he confirmed that too. 
"But she's not even pretty," I wailed.

I told Mr. Moon about the dream when he called me later on and he thought it was funny that in this dream the woman was redheaded and not the usual woman for whom I have created an entire backstory which includes her love of hunting, pick-up trucks, and the fact that they have a son together. 
I told him that he'd said in the dream that he and RHB were moving to Albany. That's Albany, Georgia. He said (in real life) the only thing he really knew about Albany is that they have some big deer there. 
"Ha!" I said. "That's why you left me for that bitch! She owns a lot of hunting land!" 
And we laughed so much. 
Now I know that these dreams of being abandoned come straight from Mr. Moon's trips to the lake house and his hunting trips too. I've had a huge fear of abandonment since I was a child and I know the reason for that but let's not get into it tonight. 
So when I wake up from these dreams it takes me a minute to reframe Mr. Moon into the man he truly is and it's always such a relief when I do. 
While we were on the phone I asked him how he was feeling since he got his vaccination yesterday too. He said he felt fine and how was I feeling?
"Like SHIT," I said, and we laughed about that too because that's always how it is. We laughed a lot, actually. I am so grateful I am married to a man I can still laugh with after all these years. 

So yes, I have felt like shit today. Before I took some Ibuprofen, I felt worse than I did when I had the actual Covid last summer but that was such a mild strain and I know for a fact this new strain isn't and so I'm not shocked at my reaction. I've only managed to make the bed and pick some peas and then I came in and shelled a bunch of them while watching TV. I've been watching a series called The Studio which won a lot of Emmys. Seth Rogan and his long, long, long-time collaborator Evan Goldberg are co-creators of the show and Rogan stars in it as well as being a writer and producer and director. This isn't a stoner series with a lot of sex in it (not that there's anything wrong with that), it's about an executive producer of a fictional major Hollywood studio who is forced to make crappy movies because the "films" he yearns to make don't make any money. 
There are a constellation of stars in it playing themselves and the core cast is something of an ensemble and they work together well. So far I've seen Martin Scorsese, Cathryn O'Hara, Ron Howard, Zac Efron and many others. 
I know this series would not be everyone's cup of tea but I am enjoying it. It's clever, it's funny, it's well-written, and well-acted. And I am picky.
Rogan has become a force to be reckoned with and I'm really enjoying his performances. His character is a mix of self-deprecation and self-importance and he's at once vulnerable and too damn full of himself. It seems as if every episode presents a moral dilemma that he has to work his way through. There's been very, very little sex and so far, only one joint was smoked and that was a prop joint that an actor used while playing an actor in a scene. I am fairly sure that Rogan has not anymore given up his weed habit than has Willie Nelson. And why should he? 

Glen just called and asked me if I've been having chills and then sweating so he has not escaped the dreaded reaction. He is the most sensitive person I've ever known when it comes to temperature regulation. And this is making it all worse. I told him to take some Ibuprofen at which point he will begin to sweat and and that will be his fever breaking and he'll feel better for awhile. He said he'd do that. He told me he'd only been able to work for an hour and a half before he felt he needed to kick back in the recliner. 
Let me just say that Mr. Moon does not get "man colds." I'm the sickness wimp around here, not him. 

When I went out to pick peas guess what I found? 

The mustard seeds are coming up! 

And...

Some of the mixed lettuce greens. It wasn't until I enlarged the photo that I realized there are at least two different types of lettuces sprouting. 
I think. I am not a Master Gardener nor a botanist nor even someone with good eyesight but I believe that's what I'm seeing. 
I turned the sprinklers on the garden again for several hours today. I refuse to let our efforts bake into nothingness. 
That sounds mighty bold, doesn't it? 

I am wondering how I'll feel tomorrow morning at seven a.m. I hope I feel all recovered because I really, really want to go to pottery. 
Only time will tell. 

Love...Ms. Moon