Tell Me
Thursday. My annual appointment for a checkup with the skin doctor this morning at nine, so to bed early last night and up with the alarm. Up slowly, but up.
So to breakfast and back at the usual time, some futzing with yesterday's entry before heading out again to the doctor's office and going to the hospital lab after to get the blood test I forgot yesterday that my neurologist wanted before I see him next week.
I did have the waffle with fruit and coffee for breakfast, no sign whatsoever of any of the ocular migraine symptoms afterward at the doctor's office (a good sign, maybe we're on the right track), but I did stop on the way home at the 7-11 look-alike to pick up an ice cream cone and a packet of M&M's. Chocolate is on the no-fly list, so maybe we've been stupid. More stupid.
I do admit the mood is good. It's overcast out there, but they're saying we're now entering into ten days of sun. Chilly, you know, but sun. A picture of the pandoreas earlier, as I was leaving the morning café, thinking I really need to get the home computer problem better together before the new one comes. Doing the journal and the pictures on this what is now an ancient laptop is difficult and slow. Very slow.
Later. A walk to the ATM over on Lakeshore and then around to the morning café for a scone, ice cream and coffee. Chocolate and ice cream earlier and now ice cream and coffee. I probably shouldn't be writing this where people can see it.
Another round of “let's look at that computer now, see if we can't get it in better shape”, but I'm sitting here not moving, not believing I'm going to do anything about it although the need is indeed great, greater (in a rational world) than my sloth. You'd think.
Evening. So we'll not do any more joking about with the chocolate, if it was indeed the chocolate that brought on the late afternoon set of symptoms, no we won't. We'll start again tomorrow with the waffle and the fruit and eat something else in the afternoon.
It's Thursday, of course, so an Elementary is on at ten, discovering another channel is running an entire evening of House that will fill in the time between six (another Fat Friends, can't do that) and then. I'd never heard of House until earlier this year and now I'm contemplating overdosing while playing the guitar.
We're a little late this evening, are we not, to be starting on the guitar?
Tell me.
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