Yay, new meds, and my body trying to adjust to them. (Don't ask how they're working. I'm not sure. I know I'm sleeping more, and it's harder to wake up. Which...I don't know. Is it good or bad? My mood seems to be the same.)
I was planning on editing stories today, but Mom called last night. "Um, your brother's bringing more tomatoes to can."
"What, he didn't think we deserved a day off?"
"I guess not?"
So, I got to her place at 7:00 a.m. and we went to work canning whole tomatoes. We set up fourteen quarts, and there were still tomatoes left over. Mom thought she'd turn them into salsa. After we pressured the first set of seven, then set the second set to be pressured, I fell asleep on Mom's couch, and didn't wake up until the telephone rang at 11:00. Mom took care of the rest of the jars, and I slept through the alarm and her doing that and everything.
So, she and I went out for lunch and it took a while for my brain to catch up to all this. We had yummy Mexican, and the cutest waiter, who looked like a skinny Aztec. I kept asking Mom if we could bring him home. She kept saying, "We can't afford to feed him," and "But would you walk him?"
I came home after lunch, and actually stayed awake the rest of the day, but the brain is still fuzzy, and I kept being distracted by the Simpsons marathon, and then Burn Notice DVDs. Oops.