One of the glitches associated with this whole Covid experience is inaccurate calculations of time. A day can last for weeks, or months, and a month can feel like a minute. That's actually true outside of Covid lockdown, but I'm more acutely aware of it now than in pre-plague times.
The most recent manifestation of this is that I spent the entire week thinking that Matt was going to be leaving on a work trip this Saturday. And so I've been doing laundry, planning projects, setting lunch dates, all on the premise that Matt wouldn't be here. So last night, when Matt informed me he actually leaves next Saturday, I had to pull out the seam ripper and pick out a few stitches to rework the fabric. That's a sloppy analogy, but so is my sewing.
I do think I'll make a trip to the Farmers Market this weekend. I want to make some strawberry jalapeno and/or strawberry habanero preserves, and it is strawberry season here in Middle Tennessee. Or, maybe not. Sometimes, I act like I have more time and energy than I actually do. This might be a case of that.
It does give me more time to plan what I'm going to get done next weekend, though.
One event that is taking place next week is my friend Jim's birthday. We're going to be going out for freakshakes.
You may ask, what is a freakshake? It's a new category of atrocity that picks up where the extreme bloody mary leaves off:
Basically, it's a milkshake to the nth degree - I have sent several people here, but I've never been myself. They make a milkshake and deck it out with all kinds of baubles, bangles and bright shiny beads - of the edible kind. This was Jim's suggestion, and I am all to happy to comply.
Two days later, I have to do fasting bloodwork for my doctor. I might ought to move that appointment.
Our doves are scouting the nest for a second brood - this, I have read, is common - that is to say, reusing nests. I've seen them on it and checking it out several times this week, but then, Piper has also been a barking jackass, so if they take off for a different locale, who can blame them?
I think, being completely honest, I haven't recovered from last week/weekend - and I think this weekend should allow me some rest and revitalization to start fresh and feel as good as new. That's a lot to ask of a weekend, I know. But I think we can do it.
So, you know, gang. Hang in, hang out and hang on.