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The name I have for this icon is "tired." I need to come up with one that I can label "sleepwalking" and one I can label "coma." Yeah. That'll happen.

So, I'm sleepwalking.
Flat out day, came home. In the 1.5 hours I had before we had to be at the Temple for District Deputy Visitation (remember the "A, You're Adorable" nightmare?) I had to walk the dogs, feed myself, make sandwiches for the DD (two loaves of bread, no waiting), answer student emails, grade if possible, rehearse one last time (thank you midi file), tart myself up for the night....
Duchezz came home about 45 minutes before we had to leave, fed herself, fed dogs, tarted herself up, and we were on our way.

Sometimemsmemory and I will have to compare notes about "how to help our Sisters reach their full potential." Suffice it to say that it was a bit uneven. But it's done.
After helping clean up the Temple (we have a sit down sandwiches and cookies spread after the DD), we headed home. Arrived about 10:40. I came upstairs after putting away our share of the leftovers, changed, worked on my online class--tried is more like it--not really much accomplished. Now it's down to wash up, take meds, and then try to get into bed before midnight. I'm not optimistic.

(Damn music was a step or two too low, so now my voice feels like hamburger from trying to project to fill the hall. Just another service we provide. However, the DDGM, DGL, and most importantly, the women in the two Chapters [we do a combined DD] seemed happy with it. I'll call it a win and spend tomorrow sucking down tea with lemon and honey. Yes, there are some professionals reading this [yes you, Ms. Chicago Lyric Opera] who are probably saying "Honey, suck it up--it was 2 minutes of pop." Okay, that's fair. But if I didn't whine, I wouldn't have anything to saaaaaaaaay.)



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May. 6th, 2009 11:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, sweetie, please, like I haven't been there and gotten the t-shirt. I know exactly how it happens, I've done it too. That too-low crap is the death of me.

Try sticking your tongue out as far as you can (mouth open or closed as it suits you) and leaving it there for as long as you can stand. Stretches out the muscles you've tensed. It helps my throat feel better when I've gone and tied my larynx in knots.
May. 7th, 2009 12:14 am (UTC)
NB: Do not attempt following the directions for this exercise with a curious chihuahua in your lap.

Ptheh, pteh pteh.
May. 7th, 2009 01:22 am (UTC)
May. 7th, 2009 09:12 am (UTC)
Did somebody
slip you a little tongue? From outside your species?

May. 7th, 2009 10:06 am (UTC)
WOW! That is amazing (she said, experiencing the great relief of putting her tongue in said contortion)--why did I never hear about this before?? Honey, I am still going to do the tea thing, but I think I'm going to try this whenever I can today (when no one's around) until my throat feels better. Thank you!
May. 7th, 2009 12:54 am (UTC)
I hope things slow down for you soon

May. 7th, 2009 08:04 am (UTC)
You could have made it through an entire Wagnerian opera and not thought twice about it. It's those damn little 'throw-aways' that always follow you around.

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