Oh, but it's been a gloomy, drizzly day here in Lloyd. I am happy that we're getting some rain but is coming down like a leaky faucet- drip, drip, drip. It started last night so perhaps by the time this front has passed in a day or two we will have gotten a decent amount of rain or at least that's my hope. It's been chilly too, the humidity around 82% so it feels even cooler than it is. It's a wet cold that seeps through even cashmere and skin and right down to the bone.
My spirits have been right there with it all, the gloom, the chill, the heavy, damp feeling of it. First thing that happened when I got out of bed this morning was that my calf cramped up into a hard knot of pain. What in god's name was that about? The damn thing's still sore.
And the stone has been dancing about again. Yesterday I got little stabbing pains all day, short and fast and completely different than the pain I'm so used to. Today's version was the regular kind- the dull ache. So, I guess I'm going to call the doctor's office tomorrow and see if I can schedule that lithotripsy. I'm as tired of worrying about the fucker as I am of the dis-ease of it and I'm sure you and everyone else in my sphere of contact is tired of hearing about it.
So. What did I do on a rainy, chilly day?
Well, first I made up some sourdough dough and then I made the cranberry relish.
I went shelf-by-shelf, which I guess is how you're supposed to do it, and I took out all of the shelves and bins that are removable and washed and dried them and put them back in and then I got to work combining dill pickles with dill pickles and pickled green beans with pickled green beans and throwing out the contents of jars that were really just not worth risking salmonella to eat. I was astounded at the number of bottles and jars of barbecue and hot wing sauce we have. Way, way too many. And every time Mr. Moon buys wings to eat with friends when they watch a game at our house, he also buys vegetables to cut up, and a new jar of blue cheese dressing to dip them in. So, we have three of those. I love blue cheese dressing but mostly I make my own salad dressing with olive oil, balsamic, garlic, and salt and pepper. Maybe a little mustard. I could eat blue cheese dressing out of the jar with a spoon but as Daddy Bush used to say, "Wouldn't be prudent."
I am so lazy.
I will leave that there.
At least that's what I'm telling myself.