Have some tea, light the candles

Another week has past, and it sure was a tiring one. Fitbit counted nearly 20 thousand steps just yesterday.

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Here it is, my first of two days off for rest, and I feel like doing absolutely nothing. 

I poured two bags of meatless meatballs (from Trader Joe's) into the crock pot this morning, along with a bottle of hot pepper raspberry chipotle sauce from Robert Rothschild Farm. Not sure where I picked that up, but I was glad to see it in the pantry.

Making brownies was also on the agenda. Mainly because it is currently 1 degree fahrenheit, and on cold days, warm, fudge-like brownies is one of the best aromas to fill the indoors. I'm not much of a baker, but brownies are easy, and we all love them.

I'm tired, though. 

I'm also sad, and can't be bothered. Even though I know that I'd feel some sort of happiness once the pan was cooling off on the counter.

Sometimes it takes just one small, upsetting incident (which I won't bring up online) to darken all else.
 I'm currently struggling to brighten my mood. 

 I called my grandmothers, both of which are not in the best shape. 

My heart goes out to them. 

Nanny has had a cough since Thanksgiving. She sounded annoyed, but like always, asked about her boys; meaning my son and husband.

Since the holidays, she's been to see doctors, including lung specialists, eight times!?!
None of them know what's wrong, and are sending her to see an Allergist tomorrow at 1pm. Here's to them finding out the cause, and easing her suffering.

I'll call her tomorrow afternoon, I told her. 

Granny said she was doing 'pretty good'. But, she was in pain, and waiting for the shift change. 'Waiting for a pain pill', which was over an hour away. Waiting for her favorite aide, a woman from India named Dawn. I'm glad that she has a favorite. Someone there to brighten her day.

Granny seemed pleased to say that she talks with her her daughter, my mom, nearly everyday. And, I can tell that she misses her, as she is now staying in a place which is a far drive from where mom lives, and they don't see one another as often as before.

At the end of the short conversation, she was struggling to talk since some aides with big mouthes were apparently too close by, so I told her I'd call back tomorrow evening.

I need to call both of them more. I should probably be calling my mother as well. We don't talk much anymore.

Maybe I will make those brownies. 

    This photo was taken this morning. 

One of many beautifully embroidered cloths
from my grandmother's collection.