“Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.” ― Charles Lamb
Despite my swollen face, sore jaw, and bleeding empty tooth socket, I was going stir crazy in the house after lying around all morning. I couldn’t go to kickboxing or take my usual brisk walk, so I got dressed and went to the square to visit friends, get a smoothie, and stop at the art show.
I stopped at Sweet Spot Bakery for yet another smoothie, and visited with Miss Kathy a while. Miss Elizabeth was baking cookies. I asked if I could dip some in chocolate, and Miss Kathy let me play in the kitchen.
I didn’t stay very long, I started feeling queasy, so I decided it was time to get home for my meds, another smoothie and some rest. My wild Friday night. NO Black Russian Friday for a few weeks with my meds and healing mouth. Dang!
Not being able to have solid food yet, I miss my spinach salads, so I said, “Aha!” ( I do that a lot when I am brilliant.) I just put some spinach in my smoothie. Actually, not too bad. But, not especially great either.
Green smoothie. I should have had that yesterday for St. Patrick’s Day. A good Friday.