DBWright

I'm such a cheap date.
          
          Today is my birthday and I wanted what I want every year.  Supper I didn't have to cook and which I can eat in my pajamas. 
          
          We got Applebee's takeout (there isn't a lot of choice in my town) which we do every couple months.  Mine was upgraded to onion rings on the side to make it special.

I wrote a dumb but hopefully cute and semi-scary short story for Halloween.   It's posted in its entirety on my page under the name Joslyn's Legacy.
          
          It's a quick read clocking in somewhere around 8k words.
          
          It's completely unedited. I didn't even read it over before posting so let the typo hunt begin!

Our house is very empty and quiet this afternoon. 
          
          Our Tiny Cat has been unwell recently and we knew we had to make an appointment for him early next week.  He took a turn for the worse this morning and C brought him to the emergency vet and came home alone.
          
          Our son, who is far too old to be crawling into anyone's lap, never mind that he's 6'5", crawled into mine for mom cuddles when we told him what was happening. 
          
          We're going to give ourselves a minute and then look for a dog. Our son needs some kind of therapeutic animal and I've been resistant to a dog since our last one died.  I love cats but dogs crawl straight into core of your heart and shatter it when they go.  But I don't have the excuse of how our little guy who had a mysterious but obviously traumatic life before he came to us would react to a dog.
          
          At least I can take comfort knowing Tiny Cat is now with our other animals and will be back to teach whoever comes how to best love and annoy us like they did for him.

C and I had a major anniversary yesterday.  I am in recovery from a major surgery with multiple complications (enough I have an assigned complex case manager from my insurance,  y'all) so nothing big was happening.   We took a mini road trip along the river.
          
          We stopped for lunch at an A&W that still had a drive in and full service restaurant,  got lost in Iowa because they can't mark their roads properly,  had supper in a seedy dive bar (I've had amazing food in some dive bars, this was not one of them) and stayed at a chain hotel that had a whirlpool tub next to the bed and such an uncomfortable mattress we took off for home at like 5 this morning. 
          
          It was an unadventurous adventure but I thoroughly enjoyed my weekend date with my spouse.

I've been thinking about it anyway but I just finished a pretty decent read that fits. I'm adding a reading list called hidden gems that will feature stories by authors who don't have many followers consisting of books that don't have much attention that I think are totally worth reading,  especially if your list is down to that one novel that says it's a 27 hour read and three things you aren't sure you actually want to read anymore.

I've decided, upon reflection,  to take down A Little  Spill and rework it before it goes up again. 
          
          It's pompous as it is.  Emily is a train wreck that tumbled down a hill, through a monkey cage and careened into a clown car but at least it's cute and (hopefully)  funny to make up for all that. And Aidan is a bag of pessimistic d!!ks but he has endearing qualities anyway.

I have been, eh, fairly ill in the past couple weeks. 
          
          I was in the hospital and had minor surgery related to an autoimmunedisorder I have.  In the next couple months I'm facing a recovery and testing period culminating in a major surgery. 
          
          I won't be around a ton.   My stories will remain up and I'd love for you to give them reads, likes and comments.
          
          If I have the energy I'll set something else up for publishing but I'm making no guarantees. 
          
          Be well,  take care of yourselves and I'll see you soon.

Sunday is St. Patrick's day.  I have a corned beef and will make colcannon to go with. 
          
          No green beer or beer of any kind because I think beer tastes of silage and neither C nor I are really drinkers anyway. 
          
          But before we get to it, tomorrow is my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE HOLIDAY!  It's St. Urho's day.
          
          Like every year I'll be making mojakka and nisu. I don't have any rhubarb in the freezer so no raparpierikastiketta (rhubarb sauce) this year.  And I'll be wearing the purple and then green and running around telling the epic passed down after it was discovered on the petrified thigh bones of cave bears of our blessed saint driving the grasshoppers off Finland's grape crops.
          
          For real and serious,  I knew some of the people involved in creating the "legend" and spotting St. Urho in Menagha meant we were almost at Grandpa's house.
          
          https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Urho

My spouse made me sick today. 
          
          We both work remote and C's "office" is the family room in the basement.  Scented candles are burned because basements don't usually smell too awesome around here even though we have a dehumidifier and an air purifier down there.
          
          So today I woke up dying of a sinus infection and strep throat that I couldn't possibly have since I haven't left the house in a week except to go hang out in the yard.
          
          I stayed in bed for the most part but eventually noticed that every time I went to get a drink of water or something I felt much better. 
          
          Whatever candle was being burned today makes me sick.  I'm in the living room about 90% better now. 
          
          I don't recommend being sensitive to chemicals and artificial scents. It's not a bunch of fun.

I may or may not have a problem with cute coffee mugs.
          
          
          Me in the living room: *playing a game*
          
          C in the kitchen: "Did you buy a new mug?"
          
          Me: ... *slinks down further on the couch so C might think I'm not here* how does C always see them the instant they come in the house?
          
          C: *looms over the back of the couch with a stern look on face. *
          
          Me: "It was cute."
          
          C: "How much was Peter Rabbit?"
          
          Me: "$5."
          
          C: *chuckles exasperatedly, rolls eyes and goes back to work."