Two Nasty Days in a Row

Allergies have been TERRIBLE for the past 2 days. Molds have been outrageously high, and so has ragweed. But at least today was better than yesterday. I thank God for small favors.

I had planned to call Morgan this morning and get my nails done, but as I was checking my emails on my phone, I got an aura. Rats! So I took a Maxalt right away. Good thing; it helped hold off the really bad pain. So I spent most of the day lying on the couch, and I also read the Qur’an. I need to get back to studying Islam online; I got an email from them today asking what happened to me. The Islamic Center has Islam 101 class tonight, but I’m not going.

Today is Play Reading class: I can hardly wait! I missed the 1st class on the American Musical yesterday because I felt so terrible.

Hannah has been rather quiet today. She’s drinking a lot of water, but not eating. Even her cry is starting to sound weak. I feel so bad. I guess I will call the vet on Monday.

Friday I have jury duty at the JP–again. Seems like I was just there, but at least it’s not downtown. And maybe I won’t be selected for a jury this time.

It’s been raining hard off and on all day. And it’s supposed to stay like this for several more days. Good for the crops, I guess.

Haven’t heard from Sabrina since Monday. I did make some notes about our contacts lately. I don’t see John until next Tuesday, unfortunately.

Guess I should make something to eat. I’ve got hot dogs and turkey, and short ribs, too, but I need to buy a dish to bake them in. I could get a free pizza; I have enough points, but I’d like to stay away from gluten. What to do?

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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