BUZZY AND LORIE...A LOVE STORY

All this time I thought it was Beepy that our little friend Buzzy yearned for.

Turns out, he is madly, passionately, deeply in love with Dialysis Tech Extroidonaire...Miss Lorie (standing left in the photo). 

(Either that, or she just scares the crap out of him by showing him who's boss.)

I'm here in the chair with both needles inserted with nary a problem and the machine running full speed ahead. I confess to a very long and sleepless night of worry and wonder if I would have a repeat performance today, but all of that anxiety was for naught. I am cannulated and 100% pain free.

My Irish did not fare very well against the mighty tigers of Clemson, but I did enjoy myself nonetheless. There was plenty of ice cold lemonade (for me) and various and sundry adult beverages for Magoo and friends. There was also fabulously delicious bar-be-que, and since we all know how much I hate to miss a meal, I enjoyed a few bites of things before coming to my senses and pushing the plate away.  

(I wanted to go face first, I really did, but I am back on the wagon heartily and determined to lose the last hundred pounds this year.)

(And no....that is not an exaggeration.)

Magoo's friend Fish should be arriving on the train as I write this, and I think the plan is for Rich to take him on a tour of Notre Dame while I'm finishing up here, and then I'll join them for dinner later. In anticipation, I made sure to apply a bit of makeup this morning...an event that has my podmates stunned and suspicious that I am not really me today.

(Hmmmmm. Guess I need to re-think my look for d-days!)

I am very very close to finishing the Prairie Moon piece and hope to do so this evening after dinner. Then, tomorrow and Tuesday will be spent gathering my January basket for the start if the 2019 Spinster Stitcher Remembrances of Stitchy Things Past Official Stitchy Plan. I'm quite excited about this, actually, and think it will be very much like going to a high school reunion...seeing old friends and thinking about good times together, and picking up where we left off. 

(Maybe the name should be The Spinster Stitcher Reunion Tour instead?)

OK, enough chattering away. You've got better things to do than listen to me babble away, and I need to behave myself and finish treatment.

Happy, happy Sunday, Dearies! I hope your day is wonderfully swell and that you get to do everything your heart desires!