"A woman who intends to lean on her husband for support better be sure he stands on solid ground"
-- "Never Ask a Man the Size of His Spread: A Cowgirl's Guide to Life" - Gladiola Montana

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I do not feel well today. I have a pinched nerve or something. My stomach is queasy and I have a prickly sensation in the pinky and ring finger of my left hand. Then my sciatic nerve is going off in my left leg down into the left side of my left foot. Owwwweeeee.

The highlights of today:

I went to two different food banks today. The first one is at the Nazarene church. I was sleepy enough and had a green light that I totally missed the turn off for the church. I was about a mile away when I realized this and had to do a U-turn. This has not happened before.

The food bank's provisions are in short supply this week. Although, I did get a frozen pizza, four pints of buttermilk (what do you do with butter milk) and a few vegetables. Oh, I did get a quart of whole milk, a small bag of baked sweets and a small bag of corn bread of different flavors.

The second food bank is on the fourth Tuesday of the month. It is set up in a parking lot of an apartment complex. It is supplied by the County Food Bank. We had a good selection of canned and dried goods.

Plus, there was a variety of veggies. I came home with cabbage, green chili peppers, potatoes, a couple of yams, some plums, a few apples, and a head (?) of celery.

The hard part about this food bank is that the line begins on the downhill side of the parking lot. The volunteers were running late and the prolonged standing on a slope was not helping my bank or achy parts at all.

By the time I arrived home I was wiped out. I had to sit and take it easy before I began anything else.

Around 11 a.m. Michael called our friend Mr. B. We met him at the local Starbuck's and to visit more. Boy, I miss Mr. B's company. For being a quiet man, he can come out and zap you with a funny or bring up a topic that is thoughtful and evocative. He really is a deep man.

When we finished, Michael drove Mr. B home and I chose to walk home. Although today is not a walk day, I might as well take advantage of being able to walk. Walking may help me to feel better.

It did not. By evening, I am tired and fussy. I took my meds and I took myself to bed.

mz. em
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Currently reading:
-- "Blood Promise" - Richelle Mead
-- "Charade" - Sandra Brown
-- "The Daily Book of Art/356 readings that teach, inspire & entertain"
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