Weekend. Or: why I am sore.

Friday I had tetanus, pertussis, and diptheria shot done. And blood taken for testing (only one vial this time, I was quite happy with that, all the bruising happens when they switch vials).

Saturday I managed to have the lid of one of the big wheelie bins hit me in the head. At this point I did not complete filling said bin with wooden debris, so the lid of that bin is still ajar. That evening we went bowling. I didn't come last. The two-year-old did not outscore me. He was using the same size ball as I was.

Sunday was clean up the house day. I cooked a huge thing of apricot chicken for tea. There will be some tonight, which I am grateful for because my hormones won't let me cook. There are no more tubs of stewed apricots in the freezer.

This is how I make apricot chicken: leek or onion, chopped, in dish. Chicken, in lumps like drumsticks, in dish. Stewed apricots, defrosted, in dish over chicken. Dish in oven. Cook slowly for a couple of hours, rotating chicken when top gets crunchy. Eat.

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My body is reminding me why I need to take those daily antihistamines. Don't know what's setting the allergies off today. It could be delayed from bus-riding. It's not the washing powder on my clothes because I'm not itching. I'm pretty sure it's not pollen, since the rain has come down and should have settled that out of the air, and I'm pretty sure I'm not allergic to any of the potplants in the building. Might be the geranium I'm trying to [word for shooting plant thing] out the back, I handled it this morning. Maybe ny remnants of Stuff in the new kitchen?

Whatever it is, I should have brought a box of tissues in this morning, and there will be groggyness and half-awake and absent-mindedness all day.