Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

A question in email this morning reminded me that it's been long enough since I (or most of the other people I see using the 'spoons' metaphor casually) included a link back to the essay it refers to, leaving it a bit opaque to folks who started seeing it after most of us got out of the habit of footnoting it.

Yesterday's gig got off to a less than ideal start but turned out well. I got a later start than planned, ran into traffic, wasn't feeling well, and broke a nail before we even started playing; the sky threatened (but fortunately did not deliver) rain, and there was a lot of wind. But apart from some finger-clumsiness on a couple of tunes, the gig went well once we started, attracting smiles, cameras, etc. And I got to try a strange/yummy dish labelled "peanut pineapple stew" but closer to a cold loaf than what I think of as a stew. I'm not sure what all else was in it, but it was also labelled vegan. I wasn't completely out of spoons when I drove home, but I was pretty tired and still fighting the edge-of-migraine that had been troubling me all afternoon. Got home and rested so as to try not to jinx today's plans.

As for today, the jury's still out. I'm feeling better than most of the past couple weeks, but still not great; I didn't sleep well or long enough (first a dream that had something to do with CSI at Hogwarts woke me, then a little later pain woke me again.

Hmm. In light of the wispy remembered fragments of that dream, maybe it's time for me to reread the Lord Darcy books.