When waking up with headaches are the rule and not the exception, it’s hard to know if the 6AM Saturday throb is a hangover or not. 🤔 It’s probably a hangover. The older I get the less I can drink without feeling like shit. 🤷‍♀️

I remember my mom telling me some years ago that she could only drink one drink and then be done, because any more than that yielded bad co sequences. Good gravy, the Universe save me, I’m turning into my mother!!

Now she says one drink just puts her to sleep. So that’s where I’m probably headed too. I still remember turning 21 and drinking soooooo much and bouncing back on Sunday by bowling league at noon (yeah, I was on a bowling league when I was 21). 😜

It wasn’t me. It was the family I married into. They were all bowlers. And card players. And drinkers. I did my best to fit in. 🤷‍♀️

What kind of family did I marry into this time? A bunch of intellectuals who work hard caring for their patients and love to gossip about each other. As far as I can tell, there’s not some family tie beyond that. No long standing Christmas Eve Tradition of soup and chili dinner followed by all night card playing. No all-family bowling nights. Near as I can tell, the only sort-of traditions are those my darling husband is trying to create.

Saturday evening pool parties in the summer with fun pool games and group laser-tag events with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins around the winter holiday. Not this year though. This year there will be none of that. Being a part of the medical community, they are all super cautious about Covid. No thanksgiving dinner. No Christmas pot luck with secret Santa gift exchange. No laser tag. It’s efffffing depressing.

Part of me is disappointed I’m not going to Austin today and another part is glad I don’t have that drive ahead of me. I not only have a headache but am also dealing with some congestion and cough and a wee sore throat. I can see Saturday spread out before me, box of Kleenex near as I camp with my pillows and blankets on the couch. I’ll prolly have my laptop and my paper planner and a book that I won’t read. 🤷‍♀️

I’ll prolly spend a little time analyzing my stats this week, and a little time on GLR subs (more coming in now that the window is closing), and some accounting. Then I’ll start down the rabbit hole of Submittable and get lost and not find my way out again until the sun goes down.

Oh yeah, and it’s Halloween and I was thinking of dressing up and visiting folks around town, but not if I’m still feeling like this. And that’s probably a bad idea anyway because of the stupid Covid. And hypocritical since a few days ago I was publicly blasting the idea of trick or treating. 🤷‍♀️

My mom just flew back from visiting my brother and sister in Colorado two days ago and now she’s in 14 day quarantine (In our eyes, not hers), so I won’t be visiting with her for a few weeks anyhow.

I haven’t seen my dad since around Father’s Day. I wouldn’t know where to visit anyway. He and my step-mom moved and I dont know where they live. We barely speak anyhow. 🤷‍♀️

All the family traditions we had on both sides of my family fizzled out when my grandparents became too elderly to host events at their houses.

Family traditions are only as good as those family members who are passionate and diligent enough to plan and follow through. That’s not my Family. It’s also not me. Yeah.. guess I’m more like my mom than I’d like to admit. 🤷‍♀️

It’s just past 7am and I’ve been walking for a little over an hour. I’ve probably used all the energy I’m going to have today already and plan to make quick work gathering my things and making my way to the couch. My life is so exciting. 🤷‍♀️

Hopefully I’ll get plenty of kitty love as I spend the day being a lump. That’s enough random wandering for today.

Next Stop November,
~Miss SugarCookie