Sunday
I got up at 9. I did some arm exercises and lunges. I took a probiotic and set the timer. I tried to check Facebook, but my computer wouldn't let me change the screen. So I made fiber gel. When the timer went off, I took the morning supplements. Then I worked on posting community hours for March on the VMIS website. That took several hours of reading blog entries and making notes.
I made up supplement doses for the week. I made and ate breakfast, then got dressed for church. I took the egg/chia muffins to church.
When I got there, I left the muffins on the back and assembled my trombone. I talked to the chaplain. Then I played through the two hymns as a warm-up. Then the service started with praise songs, followed by the sermon on dressing modestly, followed by the two hymns. I talked to several people, then picked up the leftover muffins. There were 5 that someone had taken a bite or two of and put back. Sigh. I took the rest and went home.
I read e-mail for a bit then changed into regular clothes. I read more. Then I went outside barefoot to read until 5. Chris came to find me for the game. Then I came in to sign on to Discord and to ingest fiber gel. Chris had heated supper for me. As we played the game, I ate supper, then peeled a dozen eggs and put them in the pickling brine.
In the game, a pixie became besotted with Rose and led us to the nyad who explained what was going on. The mayor's son was the root of her problem. So we went to the mayor and explained. The boy's mother came out and swatted him, then we took him to the nyad where he apologized. We went back to the mayor to collect the promised payment. Then we headed out to another town and had to rescue it from the men who had just sacked it.
After the game, we talked for awhile, then I made tea and we started watching more of Foyle's war. It was triggering for me and we got into a 'discussion'. It got hot and cold and went till 1am. Then we went to bed. But then I remembered my blog. I went back to the computer to post it.
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