Out and About and Up Too

Although I have made little forays into stores to pick up an item or three, I have resisted grocery shopping for ... I dunno ... maybe two months. But I have missed shopping — sorta.

I joke with Sue about the joy and zen of grocery shopping, but while she very much dislikes the experience, I don't mind it at all. And I certainly prefer shopping in person to ordering online.

I took a photo to commemorate the occasion. It's a panoramic sweep with my phone in the produce department. There was a guy walking through, and I knew it would make an interesting effect.

A separated leg and an elongated head and arm

This brings me to health issues, for it has been several weeks since I whinged* about my predicament. Of course that and the return to the grocery store indicate that I am doing rather okayish.

What I cannot quite get over are the night sweats. But they are better than they were. At the height of the sweats, you may recall that I soaked through four times in one night, which meant changing five times. And Sue had to do one or two extra washings of the sheets for a few weeks.

Well, I am still sweating nightly, but in modified form. For the most part, I am down to once-a-night sweating. On a few nights, I haven't bothered to get up and change my night clothes although I probably should have.

It disturbs my repose to get up and change during the night. Last night, I changed at 2ish and couldn't get back to sleep after fumbling about, trying to get my shirt oriented in the dark. First I had to get it right-side up and then figure out back and front. Try that in the dark when you're only half awake.

Then, I couldn't get back to sleep although I gave it my best shot. However, I was up drinking coffee by 4am, and here I am, almost finishing this past by 5 o'clock.

Last night aside, I had been sleeping somewhat better for almost a week. By that I mean that I have been tending to sleep for 6 hours or so, which is much better than 5 hours or less (fewer? — I think it is debatable — are you there, Grammar Guru Mary?). According to my sleep app, I even made it to 7 hours twice recently. That is about as good as it ever gets in my world and something that won't happen often. Unfortunately.

On this early morning, I have already read about Canadian slang here from dictionary.com. Canada is a big country, so even I don't know all of the words that were listed. However, I do use keener, eavestrough, bachelor apartment, two-four, tuque, rink rat, chinook, and loonie. How are you with those words?

But now it's still very very early, and I think I'll head over to my chair, play Sudoku and Wordle, check blogs, and perhaps read a bit. I have an Elly Griffiths' mystery that I stared last night. But it is not her Ruth Galloway series. I liked that series quite a lot, but I don't know about this, Harbender Kaur, series.

What I won't do is head out with my camera this morning. The day is breaking very nicely with a good sky, but no, I am not that ambitious. I was often keen last summer, but a year can make a difference.

*Speaking of Canadian English, I used the word, whinged, above. My American spellcheck built into my browser (or is it Blogger?) flagged it, but it is a perfectly fine word, meaning to complain persistently and in a peevish or irritating way, as in "Stop whingeing and get on with it!" Mind you, not many Canadians use whinge, but I do watch quite a lot of British telly.