Ugh. Rough couple of days. Last post was on Bob's birthday. In his honor, I actually cooked and ate some beef (a small filet) with a cream peppercorn sauce. And raised a glass. Or two. Was it three?
There's the problem. I think it was only two. I talk a lot about drinking, and I do drink almost every day. But a glass or two, with dinner (or the first while cooking dinner). And often a small glass (in my cute port wine pipes that someday I'll write about) while I'm reading in bed. I admit that I like the gentle buzz, the relaxation.
But whatever happened, for the first time in a loooong time (years? A decade?) I got drunk. Which made me reckless enough to also enjoy a dark rum alexander when I went to bed. So I got drunker. Which might have been all right, had I not had to get up early to go to work the next day. And although being drunk will definitely put you to sleep, it messes with your sleep cycle, so I was awake by 4 a.m. and just kind of drifted for the next couple of hours.
Which meant the next day I was at work, shoveling poop and making diets, seriously sleep deprived and hung over. It was not pleasant.
I eschewed my usual treat of walking around with an owl when we finished, as I was starting to shake by then. I did stop by the feed store on the way home to see some baby lambs** and thank goodness it was Friday so the nice lady with the food truck was set up at the gas station near home and I didn't have to fix anything to eat. I had my lunch, and then crashed on the couch and didn't wake up until 7 p.m.
The problem with that is it messed up my sleep cycle even more, so I didn't get to sleep until well after 2 a.m. and then slept fitfully.
So today I *still* feel hungover. And with a headache. I've limited myself to one cup of coffee today, but plenty of tea and water, and haven't taken a nap. Bed early tonight. (As a side note - no alcohol yesterday or today). Try to reset my internal clock.
Oddly, even though physically I feel like (to use a phrase of my mother's) Death on a Soda Cracker (or her other one - Warmed Over Death), my mood is pretty good. Beautiful day outside today, but really cold (by Florida Standards - high around 42) and windy so I stayed in. Did some cleaning that had gotten in arrears. Am making some caramelized onions. When we get food donations from Cosco at the Museum, sometimes they include stuff that the animals don't eat - like onions. A few weeks ago I brought home a 10 pound bag. They were getting ready to go funky, so I cut them up and have been giving them a long slow cook. They'll be ready to dump into anything then. I'm also experimenting with salt drying some egg yolks. When I was at the feed story Christy (the owner) told me about them. Apparently after they dry you can grate them like Parmesan cheese and they give a umami kick to food. We'll see.
Then dinner (sans wine), a little spinning while watching TV (the last season of Lucifer) and, in the words of Samuel Pepys, and thus to bed.
**The lambs. To use an acronym - OMG!!! Sometimes you do what you gotta do. The abovementioned Christy of the feed store and her husband Rik had a sad, bittersweet day. They own about a half-dozen sheep. Wednesday morning one of them went down (livestock talk for something seriously wrong). They treated her and worked with her the entire day but she was showing signs of liver failure and was in pain so they had to do the decent thing and put her down. That always hurts.
But in this case there was additional pain - because Maizie the sheep was very pregnant, due within a week or two. Babies in the womb will die within five minutes of a mother's death - so, with nothing to lose, they dispatched the mother and within two minutes opened her up and got out the babies.
It was a long shot, but it seems to have worked. They lost Maizie, but they saved her twins.
I have some seriously bad ass friends.
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