Dizzy Draggy Dopey Sleepy

No, those are not names of dwarfs. Rather, it’s how I felt yesterday and today.

Though we are having a break from the rain (until Tuesday), experiencing near perfect weather, try as I have, I could not drag myself outside to enjoy it as an energy drain has me depleted, and so weak that I was out of breath and barely able to lift my feet on a trip to the dumpster and mailbox this afternoon.

To top it off, there was a sudden frantic knock knock knock knockety knock on the door along about 12:30.

Didn’t sound like the little stalker’s knock. Besides, she’d not been at my door for several glorious weeks — though I did have that nightmare last week that she had.

Inasmuch as Red Light — recovering from surgery, had a few days ago, texted me to come down to help her with medication and a blood pressure reading, what entered my head was frantic knocking because something had happened, so I opened the door, without checking to see who it was, and saw nothing/no one.

Then someone jumped out from an out of sight corner, right side of the door, and scared me.

Seriously.

I let out the "Ooooh" sound one makes when one is surprised in not a good way.

It was my Little Stalker.

That’s right folks, she’s baaaack.

At least she didn’t try to hug me this time, so I guess that’s progress. Instead, she wanted me to guess how old she is.

I saw on Facebook that she’d recently had her 6th birthday, but did not comment because of wanting to keep her attention off me so she’d forget I’m here.

She remembered anyway.

However, there’s hope yet as her GG Talker called shortly after the visit to tell me the stalker is moving next week with her mom and mom’s boyfriend to San Diego.

"Oh, that’s so sad" — lied I.

"YOU’LL really miss her" I went on to say — true, SHE (the Talker) will miss her. In fact, she said she’s crying already and can’t stop.

At any rate, it’s one more week until I no longer have to worry about knock knock knock on the door. So Happy Trails little girl. Don’t let the door hit ya.

Other than having no energy and the return of knock knock, it’s been another quiet week here on the complex.

So quiet and uneventful that I’m beginning to think I should be worried that something is brewing.

I do know that, though we did have Bingo this past Friday — I won game two, the future of bingo is kinda sorta up in the air for next month.

The two residents in charge — Red Light and the Baker are dealing with stuff.

Red Light had carpel tunnel surgery on her right shoulder, is now wearing a cast.

The Baker is in mourning. First, her best friend in the complex passed away (the Seer). Now she's having a tough time coming to terms with having to let Fancy go to sleep, her aged and ill dog that had been in pain for some time.

So, unless someone else steps in to help out next month, bingo is in limbo.

Thus far it’s been the story of Henny Penney — residents want to come to bingo after everything is set up, but no one wants to lug all the set-up materials down to the Community Room. All of sudden everyone has a "bad back", can't lift or roll stuff.

I myself am taking on no more than I already have — flyers, photos, resident's FB page. Besides, setting up would interfere with Friday’s pain cave schedule.

So, we’ll see how that goes.

Hopefully, I'll wake up tomorrow morning with the energy drain over, and sufficient energy to put in a decent workout.