What Hummingwolf Did On Her Birthday

Not a whole lot, as it turns out. I did treat myself to a 7" sub at a local sandwich place, picking something with bacon in it since I never buy bacon to use here at home. (Though I can convince myself that potato chips and hamburger are health foods, I can never manage to justify bacon.) Some little part of me dearly wanted to flirt with the man assembling my sandwich in spite of the fact that I never was particularly good at flirting (or any good at it at all, as far as I could tell), but I didn't bother trying since my throat was still so ravaged from illness that I could barely make it known that yes, I did want lettuce, tomato, and onion on that sandwich. Oh well. The sandwich was tasty, even if it was rather too salty and could have been made more cheaply and more to my taste here at home if I were ever able to convince myself to buy a package of bacon. After eating that, I bought a dark chocolate bar with blueberries--and, of course, had no difficulties at all in convincing myself that this was health food.

Walked around a little outside. Enjoyed looking up at the wide variety of clouds. Wished some of them would rain. Napped, read, nothing terribly exciting.

October 7, the day after my birthday, has been pretty much the same, except with more reading, less sodium, more heat, and a complete absence of bacon. Oh, there was also some chatting with various people, which demonstrated that even though I feel much improved, I still sound like an alien bent on world destruction when I open my mouth to speak.