I have mentioned this before but I repeat it now for reasons which will become obvious: in one of the Georgette Heyer Regency Romances I adore, the heroine, during a time of great stress and exertion, has a glass of wine with dinner and feels “fresh as a nosegay.” I feel sure it will be obvious to even new readers that I am currently sipping a glass of wine in hopes of experiencing a similar rejuvenation. It seems to be working, which I can only suppose is placebo effect, which I do not scorn.
I got the bottle at Ilion Wine and Spirits. I had stopped in to The Medicine Shoppe to pick up a prescription, and the two businesses are located very close to each other. Additionally, I wanted to support Ilion Wine and Spirits, because they are a supporter of Ilion Little Theatre AND they are a sponsor of Who Shot JS? the murder mystery benefit for Herkimer County Historical Society.
This was not my only stop before going home. I also had to go get certain feminine supplies, a couple of props for the murder mystery, and milk. I thought with all this running around, it would be OK to not go running.
And then I went running. Yay, me! I guess. It was not a great run or even a particularly good run, but it was a run. On my cool-down walk, I met up with the doggy Mama of a couple of neighborhood dogs, and we walked a block or so together. I had not talked to her in a while, so I told her about the sad passing of Spunky. She shared with me the equally sad news that Nicky, another of my doggy friends, had died over the winter. I was devastated. I love Nicky! I pretty sure I have mentioned stopping to pet him while running.
So now I am trying to finish my Friday Lame Post before Steven gets home. Thank goodness for Lame Post Friday when I am so tired! The nosegay effect only lasted for the first couple of paragraphs. No matter. I am over 350 words and my self-imposed word-count for a respectable post is 200. Once again, Yay me! I guess.