A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Six

It has been a rather long day, with some unpleasantness that I am still not certain how to deal with, but things should be alright in general.  Being 3-14, it is also Pi Day, and I made a raspberry pie, which was a request of Melissa, and extremely nerdy as an idea. Displaying IMG_3666.JPGDisplaying IMG_3668.JPG




I think it turned out well.  I know that this isn't usually a cooking blog, but why not.

Also, I did write a new poem today, which is a more personal piece and actually is directed at my doctor, and is in response to the fact that her practice keeps sending me to phlebotomists who do such a terrible job as to be absurd.  At he most recent place, which was recommended specifically by her practice, the woman drawing my blood decided my arms would be too difficult, as she couldn't see a vein or anything, and so she went in through my palm, which is still hurting a week later.  Anyhow, I felt like I could write something on that which might be interesting, and maybe help me to feel a bit better. It does not seem to have done that second....

Melissa seems to be on the mend, thankfully, though she still does have a bunch of swelling.  I think she is feeling less tired, but I don't know for sure, but I am glad she didn't have to stay in the hospital more than the one night.

That's really about it for now.  I'm hoping to get some more revision work done, I hope.  Tomorrow night is a big event that my Mother helped organize, though, so I am not sure if I'll have a crazy day in other regards...

Anyhow, I think I'm going to get to bed early-ish.  Maybe it will give me a few interesting dreams to spark some new ideas.

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