Happy to join the land of the living
So last I wrote on Monday night, I was feeling under the weather and didn't get a lot done that day. Had I only known what was in store. Yesterday, I was laid low. From pretty much 2pm onward, I was in bed with fever, chills, and the most excruciating headache. I can tell you, Monday looked darn productive in comparison. It was misery.
I had a better night last night and work up this morning feeling better. Better, but I had no energy today. I wold walk across the room and do one thing and think, "Hmm... I think I need to sit down for a while." Needless to say, this was not a terribly productive day, either.
But am I panicking? No, not yet. Even in all the misery, some things did get accomplished. The biggest item on the list I managed to do this afternoon. Make a list of menus and a grocery list for the next two weeks. It's a long list. I'm a little afraid to see what the total is at the store tomorrow. But, once done, the people at home should be all set. M. and I decided that a list of food with their ingredients, but not having a set day would be best. Plus, while I don't have a kitchen full of pre-made meals, I do have a kitchen full of ingredients with a ready supply of eggs out the back door. They will be fine. At the most a quick trip to the store for more milk and fruit will be needed.
The other thing I did today was realize that I should never ever be put in charge of making plans. I just shouldn't. This morning I received an email from the Anne Frank House informing me of a planned transit strike in Amsterdam on the 28th. My first thought was, "Dang. We're going to have to figure out how the heck we'll get to the train station because that's the day we leave to return to London." My second thought was, "Why the heck are they sending me this email? Our tickets are for the 27th."
Yeah. So about that. Upon checking, I made the horrible realization that our tickets for the Anne Frank House are indeed for the 28th, at a time we will be tootling along in a train somewhere in France. No, they do not change tickets for those accidentally bought for the wrong date. No, they do not offer refunds. Gah!
As I went to the website to see (on the very off chance) if there were any tickets for the 27th left, I realized how this happened. I am very visual, but numbers often don't have much meaning for me. So, when confronted with a calendar style list of dates to choose from, I chose the date in the place where Monday should be... the second square on the appropriate line. But this isn't the United States and the second square is not Monday, but Tuesday. I was so certain about the place on the calendar it didn't even occur to me to double check the actual date.
Oh well. I'm sure we will find other ways to fill our day, and P. has said that she will find a way to get back and see it for herself at some other time. She's a good egg to travel with.
Speaking of P., look at the photos she sent me this morning.
These are taken by P. while she was on the second highest sail on the ship. I like receiving photos like this when I know she is down safely. The ship is currently anchored at Copenhagen which is their last port before Amsterdam.
I had a better night last night and work up this morning feeling better. Better, but I had no energy today. I wold walk across the room and do one thing and think, "Hmm... I think I need to sit down for a while." Needless to say, this was not a terribly productive day, either.
But am I panicking? No, not yet. Even in all the misery, some things did get accomplished. The biggest item on the list I managed to do this afternoon. Make a list of menus and a grocery list for the next two weeks. It's a long list. I'm a little afraid to see what the total is at the store tomorrow. But, once done, the people at home should be all set. M. and I decided that a list of food with their ingredients, but not having a set day would be best. Plus, while I don't have a kitchen full of pre-made meals, I do have a kitchen full of ingredients with a ready supply of eggs out the back door. They will be fine. At the most a quick trip to the store for more milk and fruit will be needed.
The other thing I did today was realize that I should never ever be put in charge of making plans. I just shouldn't. This morning I received an email from the Anne Frank House informing me of a planned transit strike in Amsterdam on the 28th. My first thought was, "Dang. We're going to have to figure out how the heck we'll get to the train station because that's the day we leave to return to London." My second thought was, "Why the heck are they sending me this email? Our tickets are for the 27th."
Yeah. So about that. Upon checking, I made the horrible realization that our tickets for the Anne Frank House are indeed for the 28th, at a time we will be tootling along in a train somewhere in France. No, they do not change tickets for those accidentally bought for the wrong date. No, they do not offer refunds. Gah!
As I went to the website to see (on the very off chance) if there were any tickets for the 27th left, I realized how this happened. I am very visual, but numbers often don't have much meaning for me. So, when confronted with a calendar style list of dates to choose from, I chose the date in the place where Monday should be... the second square on the appropriate line. But this isn't the United States and the second square is not Monday, but Tuesday. I was so certain about the place on the calendar it didn't even occur to me to double check the actual date.
Oh well. I'm sure we will find other ways to fill our day, and P. has said that she will find a way to get back and see it for herself at some other time. She's a good egg to travel with.
Speaking of P., look at the photos she sent me this morning.
These are taken by P. while she was on the second highest sail on the ship. I like receiving photos like this when I know she is down safely. The ship is currently anchored at Copenhagen which is their last port before Amsterdam.
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