Arriving back at the country house seems to have been perfectly timed. The weather is perfect, the bugs are sparse, and the projects are slowing down.
I had a rough night last night, sleeping only four hours. Most of the night I battled the pain and nausea, comfortable in one position for only a few minutes. The nausea, which began last night as we were leaving Harriet’s cottage, is less pronounced tonight. It feels a bit like having the flu. I had two short but sweet naps today, which refreshed me quite a bit.
I took no painkillers today, I am saving them for bedtime! I hope to sleep through the night tonight.
My God, how did I care for a newborn infant while coping with this kind of an injury!!! I think I will put it down to youth.
Unfortunately, we have to forgo an outing we enjoy, because I am simply not up for another car trip. There is an annual pie social, one that my Granny was involved with when I was little. We go every year, but the event is tonight, and I can’t tolerate the car ride, so no pie for us! Of course, that really means no pie for Attila, because with my allergy I don’t eat out.
Tonight, instead of eating pie, Attila is up on the metal roof, on the second storey of the house, adding a few snow braces. It is a good time to be working on the roof, it is dry for one thing, and I am here for another, so if Attila were to run into any issues I would be able to assist, or call for immediate help. He wears all the recommended safety gear for these little projects in the sky.
I spent the day updating the operating systems on all the computers, performing routine maintenance, and updating the software packages we use most often. I also finished the research on the last of those twenty nine relatives from the USA.
Attila worked late, so when he arrived home we took our dinner out onto the screened in porch, enjoying the breezes and the last of the day’s sunshine as we ate.
How did July arrive without notice?
Date: 8:00 PM EDT Thursday 2 July 2015
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: WNW 9 km/h
“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”
1882 – 1941