Low Sunday

Sunday didn’t have a lot of promise for me. I didn’t sleep well and wasn’t feeling great in the morning. My physical condition was okay but I was feeling low, no drive to seize the day. I fooled in part of the morning on the Mini then moved to my computer for a spell, not doing much of consequence. Eventually I tried to eat to change the course of the day. I made a bowl of perogies and took the time to dress them up with sriracha ranch dipping sauce, shredded cheese and parsley. They looked and tasted phenomenal.

My next move was to shoot upstairs and get back on the computer but in earnest this time. I needed to update Musings so I set about turning rough drafts into posts for the preceding days. I got pretty consumed by my work for the better part of an hour but eventually noticed a persistent chirping. It sounded close. I knew my fan vent had been compromised by weathering but today I learned that my house was also invaded. Stupid grackles had made a nest in there. I could see it happening on neighbouring houses for the last couple years but was disheartened to learn that mine had also fallen victim. There has been something funky in that spot since I moved in. It’s the bad spot of my home. I got a picture of a few of them poking their devil heads out. There were five of them in there by my count and they are pretty big. Their stupid bird parents were bringing them food and they were freaking out about it. I started thinking of ways to get them out. I thought to check if I’m allowed to do that and found that I’m not. I can’t unnest a migratory bird, not legally anyways. I was planning on snaking the shop vac hose up there and trying to blast them out. Sink or swim style of flight school. But I’ll have to wait it out and then clean their mess of a nest out and put some mesh over the hole. I’m glad this is the case and not having them in the attic or something. I spent way too long fussing about this issue.

Suddenly it was mid-afternoon and I was still feeling like junk. I decided to try and nap. I put on some YouTube in the office and stretched out in my comfy chair. Sleep never came, but I did watch over an hour of quiet calming video. After this I went downstairs to check on my plants that I had put outside for the afternoon. They were loving it. I kept my downward voyage going and ended up in the basement where I played NHL20 until it was time to feed again. I made some pasta and dumped some spicy canned sauce in. I steamed the last bit of the bag of baby brussel sprouts and air fried some very old chicken balls. If you’ve been around a bit you’ll know these suck, that’s why they’ve been around so long. It’s the batter. I also steamed off a bag of frozen cauliflower for later use. I had the gear out and the time so might as well right. To the pasta I added a lot of greek seasoning mix. Like way too much, it was a free pour and it dumped faster than expected. Ah well. To that I added some sriracha powder to give it a stronger punch to the tongue. That worked. Between the overload of spices and the terrible brussel sprouts, it was a strange mouth adventure. It was good enough for another half bowl.

I watched a comedy special on Netflix during the cooking and eating and then long after. James Acaster, a brit, had a special that was much more than I expected. It is four, hour long episodes, essentially four specials that are interwoven. I really enjoyed it and watched the entire thing in one sitting. That took me right up to nearly bed time. I got ready around twenty to ten and snuggled into the cloud. Then waited, and waited. I stripped down again and employed the fan but nothing seemed to work. I was very much in and out of consciousness for a long spell. I think I eventually checked out completely around high noon, but I can’t be sure. Not a great day but it beat work!