My extremely swell pals Melissa and fredlet are sending me mix CDs since they're just thrilled to itty bitty pieces that I've overcome my old music hang-ups and finally embraced the technology of the previous century. I don't have a CD burner so I can't return the gift, but I'll do something else for them someday. Maybe they'll have a psychological breakthrough that involves being willing to eat cookies after years of denial and privation. I make a pretty good oatmeal-raisin cookie.
Well, I think so, anyway. I just sent some to Dorothy in a care package which is exactly like sending coals to Newcastle since she now dwells in the land of kilted men and long-haired cattle. I mean to say, oatmeal can't possibly be a novelty in Scotland. I also sent her my big (sniff) oversized (sniffle) tasty (quivering lip) bag of p...pi...pistaaaaaaaaachiooooooooooos! Bwah! I wanted them! I did! And I simply can't have nuts anymore, they're so dreadfully fattening. I hate not being able to eat them. It's not that I couldn't eat them but rather that a trough full of pistachios is my idea of eating "some." There's no way I could stop at 12 or whatever the allowable serving size is. So I sent them to slim little Dorothy in Scotland. She promises to love them and eat them. It's better this way.
And I still miss real cheese. But fat free cheese is almost sort of okay. One gets used to it. Chiefly by not eating any, but it turns up in some of my Weight Watchers frozen meals.
Oh my god. I just sang along with an REO Speedwagon song. And one by Asia. Help me, this 80's radio station is blowing my cool quotient. I didn't have one, you say? Fine. In that case I wish they'd play some Journey. (It's http://radiostorm.com if you feel the urge to wail with the synthesizers of yesteryear.)
My back is still painful if I sit for more than an hour (but a much more localized area than before), and I'm very stiff in the morning, but in general the situation is vastly improved. Did I ever mention, by the way, that my bad ear healed itself? A month ago or so I had a very uncomfotable evening of it: particularly loud buzzing and humming, vertigo, dizziness, and so on. For the next two days it itched furiously which drove me crazy because of course I couldn't scratch my inner ear. After which everything was completely fine. My hearing is back, the blockage is gone, no more ocean in my ear. I have absolutely no clue what happened, it is easily the most mysterious ailment I've ever suffered from, but I'm grateful it cleared up. And I think that's quite enough about my personal problems.
I've finished all five Fiona Buckley mysteries, having spent my Christmas money on the most recent one which is only available in hardcover. I was moping about that until I checked my email tonight and discovered amazon.com have shipped the very latest Margaret Frazer. Joy! Rapture! A new Sister Frevisse mystery is a treasure indeed. I also ordered two books by Nancy Mitford (Voltaire in Love and Madame Pompadour) because of course I'm out of things to read on the train already even though I had a pile of books before Christmas. Histories and mysteries, my favorites.
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