Dad brought a McGriddle home for me this morning, which is a particular treat as we do not eat out altogether often. He also bought, er, real bacon, rather than turkey. (I settled on the couch with a book to eat my sandwich, and our not-quite-kitten Bartholomew climbed up my chest in a desperate effort to make off with the sausage.) Also in the food department (comfort food is very important, you know): last night I put together a sundae with vanilla ice cream, Oreos, and m&ms, which was very cheering. Ice cream is a fantastic medicine.
I was listening to Vienna Teng while cleaning my bedroom (during my depressed funk in January it became even more of a disaster than usual; piles of clothing and books and papers everywhere); Dad heard it from the hallway and came in to ask what was playing, because it ('Whatever You Want') was very good. :D Vienna Teng, in general, is very theraputic. Quite a lot of her music is soft and warm.
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midenianscholar called, and was comforting and encouraging and diverting by turns, and prayed with me. (She also posted me Switchfoot's newest album, which arrived yesterday morning. ♥ I still haven't had a chance to give it a proper listen yet: I've got to get really deeply acquainted with an album when I'm hearing it for the first time.)
Last night, when I was feeling fairly awful, I checked my f-list, and was cheered to the point of actually laughing out loud by
NEIL GAIMAIN'S JOURNAL OF AWESOME, because, seriously, you cannot read Neil and remain unhappy, especially when he makes a really splendiferous post like this one. The comments to the LJ feed were almost as awesome.
We visited Mum in the hospital this afternoon, and she is doing quite well; resting comfortably, has got plenty of books and more television channels that we've got at home (THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL, which I am vastly envious over). Her blood pressure's gone down some, but the doctors haven't been able to give us any real idea of when they'll let her come home. Heidi (who is nearly seven) is holding up the worst; she's always been very clingy, particularly where Mum is concerned, and she cried miserably when it was time to leave the hospital. Mum's singing her a lullabye over the phone right now.
People from church are bringing us food for the next five days or so: we got a meat and cheese tray + rolls this afternoon (Sunday lunch!), and spaghetti & meatballs dropped off for dinner, along with two loaves of Italian bread (my favourite!), soda, salad, doughnut holes, cookies, apples, oranges, and a Jell-o cake (how many people do they think we are,
ten? :D), which seems to be a local phenomenon. It's not nearly as wretched as it sounds: I think it's got Jell-o mix thrown in with a white cake recipe, and there's a thick frosting slathered over the top. I have never, ever seen one of these outside of my particular bit of northwestern Pennsylvania; reckon it's like pumpkin roll and (less pleasingly) 'my hair needs washed' (unfortunately, not quite as only-regional as the others).
You lot? Are amazing. Really. I'm a little too emotional to respond to all of your comments, but, blimey, I love you. I love you all and you mean the universe to me. ♥ (And, um, this icon makes me happy. Yes.)
