AND THEN IT WAS MONDAY...AGAIN

 

I've been spinstering while Rich visits his mom in NJ, and as much as I'd love to tell you that I've been busily crossing things off of my ToDo list...um...not so much.

Laundry is sploshing away, and I did manage to get the big girl sleigh bed changed yesterday, but all of the other stuff?

Nope.

What I HAVE done, is sleep. And eat really really really super duper I can't believe it healthy and light. (*) And I've stitched and diamond painted every day, and I started a new book (Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver), and today I stood outside in the fresh air and sunshine for a full eight and a half minutes before my crazy downstairs neighbor started puffing her ciggie on her patio below while hollering into her cell phone about having Legionnaire's disease.

(Is it me, or does crazy just seem to follow me wherever I go?)

(Which reminds me of the old Dr Melfi joke..."You tell me that everyone around you is an asshat. But what do they all have in common?")

OK, so maybe I'm the one that's actually crazy and the Walter Mitty part of my brain turns everything into a cartoon fantasia of talking fish and whatever else magical things were in that movie.

Tomorrow is inspection day here in the complex, and they will come in with their paper booties and test things to make sure they work. I'm sure that some people find this a bit intrusive and a pain in the neck, but I find it...comforting. The screeching of the smoke detectors might hurt my eardrums, but knowing they work gives me one less thing to worry about.

Speaking of worry...only three tests this week. One will be a specimen sample that I have to collect here at home that under NO circumstances am I going to talk about (if you know, you know), the second is a liver scan, and the third is an endoscopy.

So, Dearies, by the time I get the results from this round, if there are no answers, then I am convinced that it's the universe's way of saying "Sorry, kid. This is it." and I'm heading over to the IU/Notre Dame Medical School and offering myself up as a test subject and to sign all of the paperwork to donate myself to them once I've gone to the big needlework shop in the sky.

(Hopefully in more than a few years!)

But...in the meantime...the sun is shining, the breeze is lovely and warmish, and the birds are tweeting sweetly. Who's happier than me?