Yesterday:
Writing: Cleared a card, talked with Eric about the new terminology.
Exercise: Walk to the post office, walk to the bus stop, bowling. I’m not sure any of those count, really. Bowling was alright as long as I kept my hand and wrist very straight. I averaged a 70 (my best out of four games being 110 and the worst being 31).
Food: Pizza, more pizza, lots of Chinese food, a half biscuit with marmalade, slice of fruitcake.
Other: Wrapped all the books, sent the ones to the Uedings.
Fun: During the day, not much. Watched some Highlander after bowling and dinner.
I took the bus down to Eric’s work for bowling and dinner. While walking to the bus stop, a bug flew into my hair. I didn’t see what kind it was. I reached up to disentangle it, and it was, of course, a bee. It stung me on the side of the neck. That hurt a bit and…well…stung. I debated whether I should go back home and let Eric know this, or stop at the gas station for…ice or something. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember how serious a bee sting was. When I was a kid, I stepped on a bee, and all hell broke loose. I was crying because my foot hurt, my adults were fussing over it. This time was much less of an event. But at least I knew I wasn’t ultra allergic to bees. I fiddled with the sting and pulled something away. Looking at it, there was no doubt that it was a bee-butt. I thought my neck and face was swelling a little, but I didn’t feel like I was dying. So I continued on to the bus stop and on to bowling and dinner. This morning, it’s slightly swollen and red. Not different than any bug bite.
Jeeze, I’m tired this morning.
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