I tried to post this morning, and Blogger said they were down for maintenance, which would last from 4:30 to 5:30 p.m. PDT. The fact that it was 10:30 a.m. EDT rather perturbed me. So I haven't posted all day.

Yesterday was a trip of the sort I didn't want to take. We had our annual branch picnic yesterday. It's usually the first Thursday in October, but they changed it for some reason. Usually it's too warm even the first Thursday in October but I go anyway (my favorite picnic was two years ago when we had a cold spell and it was cloudy and in the high 50's; I even had to wear a jacket—it was a nice day!). I wasn't planning to go because the weather report said it was going to be in the mid to high 80s until the day got closer. I decided to go because it said it would be cloudy and breezy and only up to 77°F.

Instead it was mid-80s and the breeze didn't penetrate under the pavilion roof. With about 130 people there it was too hot and too noisy. But I had a hot dog and some salad veggies with co-workers and a piece of cake. I kept seeing water bottles but couldn't find the water, only iced tea (ugh), so I didn't drink anything. The hot dog seemed greasy, but I'd taken my Prilosec and shouldn't have had to worry.

During the Cake Walk, which is usually my favorite event, I got very queasy and started to perspire. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on myself, but I didn't help. So I took a walk along the woods path and sat on one of the picnic tables in the trees to cool off. It helped, but I was still queasy and also feeling a bit woozy. So I came home, undressed, crawled into bed—it was 2 p.m.—and promptly crashed until James got home at seven! We had supper, but it tasted "off." Didn't sleep well, and then couldn't get out of the house this morning for having to run to the bathroom.

To keep from being totally a slug, I dubbed off the first six episodes of Centennial. Boy, these are in mediocre shape. The first one jumps a bit every so often. Most of the others have little bits in them where "REC" and the counter count and the speed were actually written into the picture. I have no idea why; I don't remember the VCR doing that.

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