Today is 24th Quinqia, 12AS...a Bastday

"Bastday is The Fourth Day. Bast is the ancient Egyptian Goddess of Cats and those creatures are much beloved by The Sisterhood. She is chosen because cats are very fastidious thereby symbolizing 'the finishing up of business' and also notoriously nocturnal and therefore will guide Sisters as they play with Substances and Sex though the night."

"On the Weekend, the Fourth Day is half and half; morning and early afternoon for finishing up the Work Week and the late afternoon and evening for playing and partying."

Addendum D [Calendar for A New Matriarchy]

Random

~As I said earlier, yesterday was a brute of a day. Mixed bag, too.

I finally made a WinCo run around half past one in the morning. That was largely driven by the need to get the 20lb bags of cat food. The little six pounders from Albertson's cost way too much and run out in about seven minutes.

As is my usual practice before heading off to WinCo, I checked the joint account on-line. I know I'm gonna drop maybe a couple hunnert bucks, so I need to 'see the numbers'. I'd been avoiding looking since the beginning of the month, mostly because I was so paranoid about money. Turned out our fiscal health was better than I expected.

That improved my mood and I sat with Le-Le, related this, said that we were going to chill the next few days and then get back into harness on Monday. Meaning Lawfare and such.

So, did the run and took a shower and went back to bed at 7am. I was awoken by 'external noise' around half ten and could not get back to sleep. I was hungry and I did have a couple local errands to run.

Then Le-Le shows me how swollen she is and tells me she has a 2:15 at the VA clinic down in Lancaster. *sigh* I was already tired and sore from the WinCo run, but she was pretty fucked up. She relates all that in gruesome detail here and here.

I finally went back to bed at 7pm. I was fucking fried. Slept okay.

Got up around half one and went to check on her. She was out so hard I had to put my hand on her back just to assure myself she wasn't dead. When I came out to make my coffee maybe a half hour later she was snoring away, always a good sign she is sleeping soundly and comfortably.

But having to check on her like this is a form of Existential Dread. And I lay that shit at the door of Bette fucking Goldenring. The stupid fucking bitch is creating all this fucking life threatening stress for no fucking reason as she will never see her money from either this house or from Le-Le. SSDI and VA Disability cannot be garnished via civil or criminal suits.

It's time to get ugly....

Random

~Before I lay down early this morning I took one of Le-Le Flexeril's, along with various other analgesics. I knew the thing would make me punchy for the next twenty four hours or so, but at least my body wouldn’t hurt. It worked. Helped me sleep on and off all day. I'm still pretty groggy, but I'll take that over pain.

The lack of pain helps with PSTD hangover, too. Le-Le is feeling better, so those fears are relieved for now as well.

I'm gonna chill as best I can for the rest of the weekend, especially as both the Gregorian and Matriarchal weekends are overlapping. [Bastday/Saturday-Bredsday/Sunday] *grin*