I guess iced coffee is my current beverage of choice, especially when sipping and typing. I must say, not as much fun as wine, but not at all bad. And when I say iced coffee, I don’t mean that bottled stuff you buy or the various concoctions they make at Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks kinds of places. I mean I filled a large glass with ice and poured over it the coffee in our pot that was left over from this morning. We have a goodly amount left over today, because I did not drink any this morning, hot or iced (I’m not allowed hot yet, dammit!).
Incidentally, the glass I used is Ballast Point Sculpin India Pale Ale, which I acquired at a Steal the Glass promotion at Copper Moose Ale House in Little Falls last summer (did I write a blog post about that?). Just to sneak in a local connection.
I am typing off the cuff as my husband packs away our Halloween decorations (those we do not keep out all year). I am a little dopey (yes, more than usual, you wise ass) from pain medicine and probably from lack of food. I ate some yogurt earlier so a not to take the medicine on an empty stomach, but I have certainly not been eating my usual amounts. On the brighter side, I’ve lost four pounds.
So it is definitely Wrist to Forehead Sunday as I feel too brain dead to write a decent post, too body dead to do any more useful chores, and not a little sad to see Halloween go away when I feel I have not sufficiently appreciated the season. We’ll blame my health woes for that. But I will not go on about my health woes, because, you know, HIPPA rules and all that.
My ambition now is to NOT take the pain medication again but to rely on ice and stillness to keep my pain in check. And I hope to salvage some Halloween enjoyment by watching a few more Halloween movies, possibly of the cheesy variety. And as soon as I get my brain back, I hope to write a better blog post.