So Many Camellias

Another perfectly beautiful day and I've been inside feeling somewhat miserable for all of it. I have not felt better today and in fact, a little worse. It's not terrible but it's not great either. The only things I've done outside are to dump compost, pick salad greens, and cut camellias to bring in. I don't hurt anywhere and I'm not coughing my lungs out and I'm not totally congested but I'm achy and slow and my eyes are gritty and my brain is so foggy that it feels like everything's been wrapped in wet gauze. 

Fun.

If I still feel bad tomorrow I'll do another covid test but I really don't think that's it. Mostly I just feel like I'm wasting time, you know? These gorgeous days and me just sitting around and being useless. I know, I know- that's what I need to be doing but why couldn't I have been sick last week when it was so gray and gloomy? 
Too bad you can't arrange your illnesses around the weather forecast. 

There's nothing wrong with my appetite though. This morning I decided that what I really wanted to eat was some soybeans with the delicious goop on it, based on the recipe from the Farm cookbook. You know- the mayonnaise, soy sauce, and garlic powder sauce? To me, that is comfort food. So I started cooking the small amount of the beans I had in my little grains and beans refrigerator this morning in my beautiful white pot that I'm still completely enamored of. Soybeans take the longest of all beans to cook, probably because they have the most protein. 

Well, these soybeans must have the most protein in the world in them or else they're just really old because they've been cooking for eight hours and I still can't smash one between my tongue and the roof of my mouth which is the way I test them. As Ina May Gaskin said once, "Crunchy soybeans don't make it."

So I may have to go to some plan B for supper. 
With my soybeans I also wanted some sort of healthy hippie bread and that is actually coming along nicely. Whole wheat, oat bran, etc. 

I thought about walking up to the GDDG because I'm about out of Meow Mix and you know that's not going to work. I just couldn't, though. I've got enough for at least one or two days left and I can always drive. I didn't even want to do that today. 

This girl came in and woke up me this morning. 

Yep. Deja vu all over again. She and I ended up back on the sofa, me making a weak attempt at stitching, she snoozing. I guess this morning she decided that someone needed to get me out of bed and when I say "someone" I mean her. Cats, like dogs, know our routines and habits better than we do and they do not need to know how to tell time on a clock or a phone or a watch to know exactly when things should be happening and I guess I had exceeded my time limit in bed. She came in and meowed questions at me until I said, "Okay, okay," and got out of bed and she lead me to the bathroom as if to say, "And this comes next," and I suppose she figures she's done her job for the day and she has. I think that Maurice is just like me in that following routines helps her to control her anxiety and her humans are very much a part of her those. If we deviate from them, she's right there to do her best to get us back on track. 

Mr. Moon called and he sounded overly cheerful in my opinion. He reminded me to eat all the peas and cauliflower now while he was gone and I told him that I had not yet made it to the store to buy any cauliflower but he did not seem to detect the hint of snippiness in my voice or, if he did, he chose to ignore it. 
Oh well. 
Honestly, it's easier to be under the weather if he's gone anyway. He's not a demanding husband but I do have that slightly unhealthy need to please and if he's not here, that is not a problem. 

I just went and checked those damn soybeans. They are not anywhere near tender. 

Sigh.
Oh well. 
I've got some frozen shrimp that'll thaw out in minutes. I might make some barbecued shrimp to eat with that healthy hippie bread, thus undoing all health benefits involved. That's okay. I'll eat some salad too. 

I am not unhappy and I am not, despite what I said earlier, truly miserable. Just tired, mostly. I hope I feel better tomorrow. At least good enough to walk up to the poorly-lit, florescent-light-humming, aisles-blocked-by-boxes-of-things-needing-to-be-shelved, no employees-in-sight, incredibly convenient Dollar General to buy a bag of overpriced cat food. 

We shall see. 

Meanwhile, I plan on getting lots of sleep tonight. I better start early because you-know-who is going to make sure I get up in a timely fashion tomorrow. 

Sweet dreams, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon