I didn't get to sleep until after 4 a.m. I got up at 7:30 or so to take my meds, then slept until around 11:30. The closest things to a full night's sleep that I get.
I had a dream about my old neighborhood. I had led a serial killer into the sunken living room of the house I grew up in, a kind of trap where the police were waiting. I could tell that the killer felt tricked by me, was disappointed in me. I went out onto the street in front of my house. It was dusk. Then I woke up.
I woke up with the right side of my neck so crunched up that I had pains shooting into my right arm and foot. When this happens, my brain always says that it's a stroke or a blood clot (same thing in some cases), so I do quick stroke assessments in the mirror to check. (I used to do these a lot more, but my health anxiety has lessened as my neck has gotten better and menopause continues.) I asked Dave to rub some CBD onto my neck and shoulder and he did and suggested I try some heat as well. I tried our new heating pad, but it didn't hit the right spot, so I added the microwavable rice-filled heating pad I made, like, seven years ago and that helped. I kept heat on it for about an hour.
While I was doing that, Dave was making bread. Yesterday he made dinkelbrot (sp?) the German seeded bread that he makes in a low-salt version since I'm supposed to be eating low sodium. Today he made demi baguettes for our picnic.
After Dave took the bread out of the oven, I got into the shower and got dressed. Dave had packed his bread, the bit of cheddar cheese we had here, mini tomatoes, bottled water, and a couple of knives. We stopped at the market and got more cheese (a brie-ish thing, some chevre, and compte) and a bag of potato chips. We tried the near park and there with people with dogs off their leashes, so we kept going. We tried, I think, two or three more parks before we found one with a table and not too many people and not too many dogs.
We set up our picnic of bread, cheese, tomatoes, chips and water and sat in the breeze and had lunch. Nearby, a dad was playing with his daughter. The little girl was about four years old and they were playing some kind of game with a ball and paddles. (They were behind me and I didn't want to turn around to stare at them.) After awhile, a woman showed up and spoke with the little girl. The man left, walked off a-ways and then broke into a light jog. There were few words and enough tension between the man and the woman that I told Dave it seemed like a kid handoff between divorced parents.
A different dad and his son rode up on their bikes and rode around on the dry grass for a bit and then for some reason practiced riding off the curb. (Is this a thing?) At first, the kid didn't really want to, he was going to just walk his bike down from the grass onto the road, but the dad encouraged him to ride off the curb, so he did. Then they did it again. (Okay then.)
After awhile, we packed up our things and went to Starbucks for a coffee but mostly so I could use the toilet.
After Starbucks, we went by the Asian market and picked up some things we've been meaning to get and a lot of other things besides. Our list had mirin and mentsuyu (they had neither), beni shoga and something else, I forget what. I also got some rice crackers wrapped in seaweed, some nori sheets, tonkatsu sauce, an okonomiyaki making kit and tenkasu to add to it, katsuoboshi, ume, and udon. Dave added some takuan, mochiko, and anko to our cart. I was going to get natto, but they didn't have the brand I like, so I skipped it. We looked at the vegetables but most didn't look great. The daikon looked fine, so I got a very small one. They have a tiny selection of products from England so we got some orange marmalade.
Our total was around $78 for our little imported haul.
We came home at dusk. Dave thought last night was Daylight Savings, but no, there was no time change. that's not until March 9.
We did our online French lessons. I'm having trouble keeping the verbs straight. Dinner was leftovers from our Chinese takeout dinner last night.
My neck feels better.
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