Misfits box arrived mid morning, earliest ever, very handy because I plan a soup that needs some of what's in it right away.
That's the good news. The not so good news is that supply issues seem to be hitting Misfits along with a lot of people. Either that or they got out over their skis with their recent expansion.
None of the baking stuff I needed this week was even listed as available, causing a shopping trip yesterday.
And the blueberries and apples listed weren't available, refund processed. Then today the box came, no pears. So batting zero on fruit and baking. May have to shop again for fruit.
The items that did come are great quality, and some are already waiting to become soup. That cauliflower is just perfect. And the chocolate chips arrived.
So, evening salad became lunch, salad-stuffed pita,
and there will be soup of the evening, beeeootiful soup, the chowder I mentioned.
Since I had to shop yesterday, I did get a can of clams, for the cod, shrimp and clam chowder.
Speaking of shopping and supplies, I ordered baking items directly from Bob's Red Mill, and got a shipping notice with this detailed tracking information
About the weird ailments yesterday and recovery, I had a nasty episode of what I think was a vasovagal event, as doctors put it.
Early morning weakness, as I was entering the bathroom, legs wouldn't hold me up, sat down fast, sweaty, anxious, no more detail needed. But this has happened before, usually morning, usually bathroom. It tends to get people panicking into the ER by ambulance and they're fine by the time they arrive. So I concluded despite every new physical thing definitely being Covid THIS time, it wasn't.
Made it back to bed after a few minutes, wondering whether to try to cancel cleaners and errands, then started to feel better.
After half an hour I was fine, scraping ice off my windshield, out to pick up rx, then groceries, then drop off library books, then, the weather being a bit milder, off to the park to sit in the car in the sun, reading Angela Thirkell. Walk in the afternoon.
It all went fine. It's not always an ominous thing. Best to sit promptly or anyway get near the floor, because you can faint in one of these visitations. And I've run it by my doctor before, in case you're concerned about self diagnosis.
Oddly, my phone had an electronic version of the same attack. Suddenly too weak to find websites. Error screens everywhere. Tablet was fine. So I spent ages deinstalling and reinstalling various apps, clearing caches, rebooting, changing settings.
Then suddenly it said okay, fine now and everything's working again. Whether it would have happened anyway or it's attributable to my skilled (yeah right) interventions, we may never know.
But right this moment, all we have, all's well. Which is about as much as I think we can ask for.
Happy weekend, blogistas. Yes, I know some of us are men, but the feminine noun is heretofore inclusive around here, just as the masculine was considered inclusive for thousands of years. I just think it's time. ;)
