World Enough and Time

I didn't skip yoga just because I had a cold. I found three YouTube videos for doing yoga, and I found they all made me feel better:

1. Fiona Kaczmarczyk
   
2. Yoga With Adriene
   
3. Brett Larkin Yoga
   

For future reference.

An appointment with my doctor today - my GP. It cheered me up no end. She said:

• My thyroid, which has always been low, is now absolutely normal - without medication.
  
• I have lost 9 pounds since November.
  
• I am in a low-risk category for diabetes.
  

I did a lot of walking today, and a beautiful day it was, too. Mostly sunny, no rain and only a very little snow, and enough of the sidewalks and roads clear of ice that it was easy to walk. Walked about four miles or more - and that's a lot for a day in Ottawa in January.

Had lunch with gamergrrl at Temptation Tea Shop on Bank Street. Talked mostly about Golden Globe Awards; movies and TV we have seen.

In the evening, discussed questions from Cheryl Richardson's 2013 newsletters with Lisa and Lynne over tea and cookies. I just had tea, no cookies. So happy about those nine pounds.

I was reading about fecal transplants over breakfast. Yeah, yeah, good breakfast reading.

Being a person whose life was once almost destroyed by candidiasis (no exaggeration), this seems to me like a Very Good Thing, to be able to readjust the bacteria within us. Seems to me this would be easier than the usual methods of colon cleansing.

But more: I have read, and don't recall where, that it is theorized that one reason for weight gain, maybe even a primary reason, is an imbalance of intestinal bacteria. Presumably if we could have fecal transplants, this would be adjustable, and it would be easy to keep ourselves at a healthy weight.

A surreal day.

I woke up, didn't feel too bad. When I went to feed the little feathered guys, I discovered that their water dish was missing. Now, they have one of those dishes that attaches to the bars of the cage - it couldn't just be missing. But it was.

So I thought they might have dislodged it somehow, but it wasn't on the floor near the cage. And if (surely I wouldn't?) I'd removed it to fill it and hadn't taken it back, it wasn't anywhere I'd have been likely to put it. Baffling.

Eventually I found it - yes, they'd dislodged it, the little devils, and it fell into the seed-catcher around their cage. I wonder when that happened?

So then I went to work. I didn't have to speak to anyone until I started making my message for my voice mail. I couldn't say a word. Total laryngitis. Usually I talk to the little feathered guys before I leave for work, but today I didn't, because I was afraid it would start me coughing again. I hadn't even realized I couldn't talk.

So I went through the day speechless. Well, the occasional whisper.

I went home at lunchtime and slept, and woke up to wind and rain outside. Fierce autumn weather. I had to go back to work because there was a big party for the departing Director, who is a lovely person. I wanted to be friendly and chatty, especially with the people I hadn't met before, like the Board of Directors - but I couldn't say a word. I tried to be silent and mysterious and friendly at the same time. Didn't feel like eating - and usually I love party goodies! Especially since I helped to set up the catering.

And then there were many brief speeches about how wonderful Carol was and how much she'd done for co-operatives, and everyone was so nice, and I'm standing there wondering whether I'll even be working there next week. Weird feeling.

When I went home, it was raining less. I went to bed and slept heavily for four hours.

Did today really happen? It all feels a bit too odd to be real.

I'm going to bed now. Hoping I'll wake up with a voice again.

Didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Still tired, still coughing.

I managed to get up, though. Then got to work at two minutes to nine to discover I had a job interview (for the position of the job I'm doing, only as a permanent position) at 9 a.m.

At least I didn't have time to get nervous. They even asked me to talk French, so I did.

Then it was a busy morning...

And I would have worked a few more hours in the afternoon, but I was too tired to move. So I went home, via the bank and the drugstore.

Slept.

Woke. Read. Ate. Read some comics. Did French homework. Tricky exercise: Au départ, j'étais content d'être là and Changer de profession? J'y pense depuis longtemps mais je n'en ai jamais parler à la maison. I hope that's right.

Visited maaseru and watched part of a Nova program about the search for planets which might hold life.

Finished reading Grave Hunt by Kalayna Price, which was okay, but which I didn't like as much as Grave Witch.

Time to sleep some more now.