On the upswing, but not as far up as last month. Back then, I could go to my bridge game, drop home for a nap, then go to work and maybe wrestle a couple bears or wildcats. I can't handle that much now.
This time, the trip to the office is all I can muster Thursday. It turns out to be a full evening, minus bears and wildcats, but not without computer lock-ups.
On Friday, I make it to bridge, but don't have enough energy to go out to lunch afterward. It's straight home to bed instead. I rally for Vietnamese food with friends Marti Gorman and Jim Jacobs at the Niagara Seafood Restaurant later.
On Saturday, Boris the cat has a check-up at the vet at 11 a.m. During the wait to see the doc, I duck across the street to the hardware store and buy a new snow shovel, which I use back home, along with the ice chipper, to attack the crusted snow and ice on our treacherous back stairs.
After a warm-up and a bite, I set off on a short round of errands which once again test my energy levels. More ginger molasses cookies from Carla's Crumby Creations at Horsefeathers Winter Market before closing time at 2. Prescriptions and fizzy water and a few other supplies from Tops Market in Black Rock. And I'm flagging. At least driving is vaguely restorative, because I need more of that fabulous artisan yogurt from the Farm Store, which is just a couple blocks from home, and it's only open on weekends. Worth the stop. I score the last four jars of their Fig Tea flavor.
Greeting me back home is an extravagant and unexpected gift -- a huge bouquet of flowers worthy of a wedding or a funeral or, in my case, somewhere in between. It's a get-well wish from old friend and former Buffalo News freelance critic Pat Donovan, an extremely funny lady with whom my contact is usually just e-mail and Facebook. I'm overwhelmed. Boris likes it too. Especially the ferns.
Then I crawl into bed and nap. Deeply.
Revived a couple hours later, we join friends Dan and Susanne Sack for dinner at Marco's on Niagara Street, a restaurant chosen for its promise to be well-heated (Niagara Seafood Restaurant was frigid Friday night, despite its newly-installed vestibule). Marco's other promise -- you shall not be underfed. All of us take home big packages of leftovers.
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