k fed up

Yesterday was the final outdoor market for my hometown market, and we had a big celebration planned with a mural dedication, and a food and seed swap. It rained. It was so cold and wet, so I called off the dedication, and kept the swap for the end of market under the bridge, but by that time it was raining steadily again, and only one person and a few vendors showed up to swap. It was finished by the time I was packed up and ready to go home. After five hours out in the weather, I was cold right through to the bone, and my cough was constant. My biz partner’s family was hosting their big annual family Halloween bash, and thankfully they took Lila home with them to hang with the kids so I could warm up and take a nap. I thought I’d take a hot bath first, but then just decided to fall asleep on the heating pad. Two hours later, I got up and made a pot of soup and baked the bread for our potluck contribution, all while coughing up a lung and feeling scratchy, feverish, and vibrating with a low hum of anger for no good reason. Stupid hormones. Cycle ten days late, not sleeping worth a damn most nights, cramping, coughing, cramping some more. Family giving me the side-eye all the time because I’m apparently not doing a good job of communicating. Chris all grouchy with me because he hasn’t had enough lovin’spoonful in recent weeks. So the thought of fifty adults in costume being assaulted by the urgent vocal needs of as many costumed rugrats made me want to crawl into a deep dark hole and sleep for a year. I sent Chris with Lila’s costume and mine (she a witch and me a giant spider in a web, her familiar) and the soup and bread. I took to my bed like it was my job, with a handful of trick or treat candy, and S1 of The X-Files on my iPad. I listened to m-80s going off around the neighborhood, hoping that’s what it was, and not someone’s house blowing up from a gas leak like I thought the first time it happened. A steady parade of drunk people flowed down my driveway from the mega-plex apartments a block to the east all night. Finally, I slept. Chris and Lila came home around midnight, and I went right back to sleep and stayed in a deep, deep sleep until 7:30 when the rain woke me. It’s still raining and I have a feeling trick or treat will get called off this afternoon, which means we have four massive bags of fun size everything sitting in the pantry. Way more candy than she’d collect in the neighborhood. I predict pimples. And mama binges. 

This has been a run-on Sunday update. 

Cough cough.