Perfect

I started this a couple of days ago:

I'm just finishing up with a long couple of days of clinic visits (pre-surgical checklist) and labs and a Covid vaccine shot which went OK and I thought I might only have mild symptoms but now I feel feverish and have a headache and sore throat and itchy arm and I just want to go back to bed. 

We had rain night before last and today it's cloudy out and cold and wintry.  There was a bit of a snow flurry earlier but no snow since. Alexa is sticking with the lie she's been telling all day, that it's going to snow again, but from my nest in the sofa I can see blue skies peeking through the wintry clouds. 

My sleep schedule this week is a follow: A few broken hours of sleep from early evening, say 6 or 7 p.m. (last night I was up at 8, then again at 10:30, 11:30, midnight and finally up for good at 2:20). I try to go back to sleep but it doesn't work-- it never works-- so I've been getting up and sewing for a few hours in the night.  In the past few days I finished forty-nine quilt blocks (economy blocks using scrap fabrics) before figuring out a layout that needs forty-eight. This is where orphan blocks come from--or one of the places anyway. 

Back to today:

I'm in a slightly better headspace today. Maybe it was the bad weather messing with my head. I do get more headaches and my arthritis flares up when the weather is bad, which is something I used to wonder about when I was a kid and I would hear old people complaining about such things. Back when I was a shiny brand new human, it was inconceivable that parts would wear down or wear out. I guess I'm lucky to have lived long enough to have parts wear down or wear out. Doesn't always feel that way though.

I've started preparing for our trip and for surgery. It's a lot of moving parts, but I'm doing what I can even though nothing I'm doing seems like enough. I know one thing though:  At some point, the clock runs out on my preparatory efforts and I get on a plane. It reminds me of Tina Fey's story about when she was on Saturday Night Live and she was feeling unprepared for a show. Lorne Michaels, the creator and producer, told her: "The show doesn't go on because it's ready; it goes on because it's 11:30."

Speaking of 11:30, my mother is coming for lunch today so Dave and I spent part of the morning picking up the house a little bit because it's gotten very messy. We also have a potential pet/house sitter coming this week to meet Gray Kitty. I hope things work out because I think I'm more worried about his care than I am about having surgery. Anyway, she has experience taking care of animals who are not in the greatest of health and is willing to take him to the vet as needed for extra care. So that's lucky.

What else? Trying to think of good things. Netflix put the movie Pitch Perfect back in their lineup. That's a good thing. I love that movie. It's one of my favorite "play in the background" movies because it's catchy and fun and I don't have to pay super close attention to it if I don't want to. So I play while I'm sewing or cleaning up or getting ready for the day. I told Dave about it yesterday and told him that I had already watched it one and a half times (though really it just played in the background one and a half times while I was working on my newest quilt).

Pitch Perfect, man. Watch it.