A week goes by so quickly now. A bad hair day ensues, and a bit of ceramics.

I'm feeling more and more useless, and this will only get worse as time goes by.  I'm not looking forward to it, I just know it's going to happen.

So, I decided to read the spoon theory again, and put a button to "You Don't Look Sick" site in the side bar.   We need to remind ourselves that things are going to go wrong with daily plans. Bugs do bite, and Migraines happen.

Today, while i was watering the shade patio, a tiny insect bit me.  Without my glasses, I couldn't see it, other than to note that it was black and soft, and not like an ant when I squished it between fingers.  It was most likely a spider.  I reckon it either learned absolutely nothing from the consequences.  Or... what happened (swift justice) will teach it, should it come back again as a spider, not to try biting me again.

Well, when you have allergies, and your head and ears start to itch, you go inside and wolf down some benadryl, and Baby, there goes the day.   I can SO relate to my poor, itchy, little  doggie.  Then came the migraine.  I'm still trying to type through the glare of it. 

I cut off the rest of my extra hair.  Short though it was, I knew it needed to be kept a lot shorter.  It's really faded from being the original black/brown.  Is that Sable?  Anyway, the hair pile was pathetic, the haircut was a little pathetic, and I still have to even out the back.   DH said it was "cute" but only after I asked him about it.  He is always wary about commenting on my haircuts. 

Yesterday was Sister's Day, for my sister and I.  So, I picked her up from her house, where she is still floating high about painting her kitchen cabinets and making them beautiful.  We took off for the Fearless Ceramic Club Leader's house - that leader  who is still pissed off at me for standing up to her political flak -yes, me, the quiet one - the other day. 

We went to get some "good" clay slip out of her garage before she "threw it away".  I should have known.  It is junk,  and I DO mean junk.  She apparently thinks nothing ever spoils but clay slip does.  This stuff is positively green with mold.  If a local company can't advise me on it, it's for the trash bin.

La Prez also complimented my sister's haircut, and made her feel extra good.  FCCL's stock soared with my sister.  Anyway, she pointedly ignored mine.  She knows I cut my own, and for the first time in her life, my sister has been doing her own as well!  I knew I should have stayed at home.


Now, for something more cheerful, Mother and Baby have bloomed.  Ignore the pink one.  It's just a distant relative.

Mother is in front, Baby, or old crown, is in the back

I really need to go rest my head.  Thank God for Benadryl but it does make me sleepy.

ETA:  I had a snooze, and some more benadryl, and came through to correct some truly baaa-aaad a$$ mistakes in syntax, punctuation (though I've probably missed some things) wrong-word syndrome, and other disorderly story telling.