In the jungle

Not really. Had another off day. Yesterday I was hungry, actually had an appetite. Today not so much. I am feeling better every day but just off my feed. I think I am going out to breakfast tomorrow but I am not sure. I want to make it to the farmers market. Tomatoes are calling me as is corn. And cakes of course. I haven't had any of my coke salad in weeks. Simcha is following the cursor as it moves across the screen. Rather amusing, until he tries to bat it away. Looks like he is bored. I did get his portrait back and initially I didn't like the background but it has grown on me. The artist tried to blend the color Simcha's eyes to match th background. Here is is now. Hope you like it.

Friday

Had a lovely breakfast at the Soup Spoon Cafe. I was able to surprise Gastric with birthday gifts, and a lavish birthday card. We had a very nice chat. We are very close, I like to say. I will miss her dearly when she retires. She makes work bearable when things are a bit off. Like when the students come back in hoards. I am not used to their youthful rudeness and self centered behavior. They just don't know any better but that doesn't mean I have to like it. But they pay my salary so I must be mor tolerant. So, after I got home I took a lovely nap. While,I didn't eat much at breakfast I did eat more and my appetite is back so I think I am on the mend. Three weeks of hell, preceded by almost two months of feeling "off". Still coughing and waiting for some lab results but basically I am better. Sleeping a lot and getting better every day. Not much going on until Monday when I hope the weather is suitable for a baseball game for Gastric's actually birthday. I think there are seven of us going. That will be great and Gastric deserves a happy day. So the potato diet continues tonight and maybe a hamburger tomorrow. Thinking about eating must mean I am getting better. Yahoo!

Dear Diary

Hello all. Greetings and good morning to you all. I am feeling much better this morning, perhaps due to the fact that it is my Friday and I can sleep in tomorrow. Or that I didn't cough my head off all night as I have been doing, slept like a cool rock, watched over by Simcha. It did get a little cool in the condo last night. Comfortable. I put on a sweatshirt. How aptly name de that item of apparel is. Whilst I didn't sweat it did keep me toasty warm. And as I was wearing running shorts, ere know I don't run, I had the optimal sleeping experience. I am about to indulge in a Coke. I don't have to go to the lab today, and it will be another week until I get my last labs back. Tomorrow Gastric and I will do breakfast. I am looking forward to a properly cooked easy over egg and a piece of toast. My appetite is coming back but not in actual practice. I had yet another potato last night. Yum, yum. So that is the morning report. Mayhap more later.

A sickness unabated

Seems I am still a little sick from my last bout of medication. My gastric (notice lower case...my tummy, not Ms. Gastric) is a cause of concern. Finally called my GI doc and they want samples, which are now lodged in my fridge in appropriate containers and in a Baggie, I will run over to the lab this morning. They want to rule out a number of infectious forms of illness, of which I am being purposely vague. I am still running a slight fever and all the goodies that go with that. Still on the potato diet but Gastric was nice enough to get me to Mickey D's to get a cheese burger yesterday. Of which I could only eat half. Still recuperating. Still coughing and doing other nasty things. Guess I was really a sick puppy. Will be nice to have a four day weekend to rest. Monday we are celebrating Gastric's birthday with a baseball game, the Lugnuts. There will be seven of us celebrating. Hopefully, again, I can eat a hot dog, but if not there is ample liquid for me to consume. It rained like hell here yesterday and will off and on through the Labor Day weekend. Spartans have a football game on Friday and that is a good reason for taking Friday off. Campus will be a madhouse. MSU has gone to opening the football season on the Friday before Labor Day and it is really inconvenient if you are working that day. Easier to take it off. And that will frame my summer, my last Friday off for the season. Then it is work, work, work. I had a good session with one of the archivists for the university yesterday explaining our authority procedure and seeing if we could reach an understanding about authority records and correcting their bibliographic records. She is a great lady and I also gave her a tour of the library. The University Archives is not a unit of the library, even though their bib records our in our catalog. Still it is good to have her on-board with our procedures. And to also know how they are functioning as a cataloging unit. Alright, too much detail. Just like the recent spate of illnesses. I am making it eight hours a day at work, but I come home and go to sleep for an hour or so. I haven't been eating at work because of the gastric issues so I am pretty low energy by the time I get home. I can only practice about a half hour a day this week but I will ramp that up to an hour next week. Baby steps in the process of getting better. Okay, enough about me...what about you? Are you getting enough rest? Eating your veggies? Okay, then, stay week and avoid me at all costs.

Rough night

Still dealing with my new potato diet. Not great but at least I am eating. The students are back on campus in full force and summer, for me, is over. Monday, weather permitting, we are going to the last Lugnuts' game of the year for Gastric's birthday. Hopefully I can eat more than potatoes by then, as it is 50 cent hot dog day at the stadium. Tonight I may hit Mickey D's for a hamburger as that sounds good. I had a rough night...got up around 1:00 a.m. And took some meds and that gave me heartburn the rest of he night. I ended up getting up at 3:00 a.m. Unable to sleep and feeling pressure in my chest. I have had a Coke to help wash the pills down but it feels like it is stuck in my chest. I am working my last short week of the summer and Gastric and I are doing brunch on Friday at the Soup Spoon Cafe. So that will make a nice four day weekend to usher in the school year. Doesn't make sense. Classes start Wednesday and then they have Monday off. Why not wait a week? Who knows. Oh, great, now I am tired. Couldn't have felt this way three hours ago. Must stay awake. Alright, no decent insights this morning, too dark in the morning now for the ducks to come visiting. Sad. We did have a rabbit yesterday. No raccoon riding a garbage truck, though. Yep, summer is long gone.

First day back

Not a bad day. Mal was all bent out of shape because of my coughing, which I didn't think was too bad. Went and saw Hyphen and then hit Kroger. Loaded up on potatoes, which is basically the only food hat sounds good to eat. I have lost quite of bit of weigh due to my illness and Hyphen seemed surprised when she saw me. After Kroger I made a potato and actually ate it. Right now I have a turkey dish in the microwave and that is not off putting. Note to self: never take Augmentin again. Boy, that fuxed me up as much as the Methotrexate did. The colitis flare is calming down. I really need to get in and see the gut doctor. Had a discussion with the rheumatologist about medication. I don't want to get started on the biologics, like Humira. Told her as much so I am back on the Imuran, which controlled the colitis but didn't do too much for the arthritis. Oh, well, guess that is something else I will have to live with. The aches and pains have gotten worse since I am off the Methotrexate. Wake up stiff and slow moving in the morning. Oh, well, again. Brody's Mom wants to get a group together to deal with the issues of chronic illnesses. I think that would be a great idea. Maybe get someone professionally to facilitate the process. Okay, dinner, such as it is, is calling me, much eat to maintain. Must eat to maintain, must eat to...

I'm back

Yes, after an almost two week hiatus I am back. Seems an arthritis drug, Methotrexate, and I don't see eye to eye. First came the lost of appetite, then the canker sores in the throat, then the persistent cough, the wrong antibiotic, that morphed into a flare of colitis, which made me afraid, very afraid, to cough, which resulted in bronchitis, more antibiotics and a ten pound weight loss in two weeks. The flare of colitis has subsided, but the cough lingers on and I am sure it will annoy Mal to the extreme, but hey, I can't help it and I have almost deplete my sick time so I have to get back to work. I was so sick I even cancelled a Hyphen appointment and mandolin lessons as I have been too tired to practice or concentrate. But I am back. Someday the appetite may return. I am trying to eat favorite things, but mostly was tastes good is potatoes, baked, with butter and sour cream. Brody's Mom was great to me this weekend, picking me up dinner yesterday and getting me to KFC today for mashed potatoes and gravy. I can eat a spoonful every three hours or so. I have been keeping fluids up thanks to Gastric who has provided me with juices galore. But basically still nothing seems or tastes appealing so I am going my favorite foods. It's been so bad that I haven't had my favorite food group, pizza, since the onset of the troubles. But I am ready to get back to work. Bored with TV and feeling like a slug. So I will report back tomorrow on how I did my first day back. No one has done my work for me so I am going back to a hornet's nest of lists from over two weeks ago. Tomorrow also I will resume practicing the mandolin and although I won't have a lesson for two weeks I should be back to playing full time by then. Okay, I am going to try and eat some taters and gravy. See ya mañana.

Game called

Yes, the game hs been called on account of illness. Damn arthritis medicine had more side effects that Dr. Jekyll's brew. Sinus infection that is rapidly morphing into bronchitis, with he mother of ll canker sources now on the tip of my tongue. So another day in bed resting. I need to pick up a few prescriptions so I will have to go out around lunch. But mostly it's a day for feeling sorry for me. The end of the summer is fast approaching on campus with students slowly tickling in. And I am sick. Poor me. And no one to take care of me. Where is Dorothy? Gastric took me to the doctor yesterday and she was out as well with a fibro flare. So she didn't have to take me to the doctor,feeling as she did, but she did. That was. A Dorothy thing. I think too bad y'all didn't have a chance to know what a gentle woman she was and what a strong woman she was, in an era before women were "supposed" to be strong. She would have made me some chicken noodle soup, from scratch if I wanted it, but mostly I wanted Mrs. Grass's soup, with the little egg of schmaltz. And bring it to me on a tray with saltines with a glass of hip juice. Ah, she was my go to gal when I was sick, as mother would storm about asking how I could be so cruel to her as to get sick, a logic I never understood. She was totally helpless when I was sick. Never took me to a doctor, just got a cousin who was a doctor to write a prescription for antibiotics for me. That was how she took care of me. Thank God for cousins like that. Okay, I've been up long enough, time for yet another nap.

Up all night

Nothing worse than being sick at home and not being able to sleep. That's where I am at. The arthritis medicine that caused the canker sore in the throat have morphed into a heavy cold that is very quickly moving into my chest. So I took the rest of the week off to rest. There is no real issue with me being awake other than the fact I CAN'T SLEEP. I feel badly for leaving Gastric alone at work for two days. She is taking me to see the evil doctor who prescribed the arthritis medicine later today. Maybe they will give me something for the cold/sinus infection. I had a blood draw yesterday and it did show I am fighting an infection. So this is my whine list. I can't sleep, I am hacking my lungs out and my nose is being athletic. The Boys, AKA the cats, are doing a good job of keeping me company. Well, at least I won't be subjected to a Mal email about my coughing and sneezing. A four day weekend. All because I am sick. And I have the mother of all canker sores on the underside of my tongue which is making my tongue feel twice as big in my mouth. But, to make me feel better I am having a session of reflexology before the doctor this afternoon. I am taking care. No big insights, just a sick kid all alone in the big house.

The Dead

Part of my job is "deading" people. For example, I closed the dates on Robin Williams, 1951-2014, to match the current authority form. It make me acutely aware of my own mortality. I was re-reading Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's seminal book on death and dying, and realize I am in the bargaining stage of the process. Denial, Anger, BARGAINING, Depression and Acceptance. I was pleading in therapy just this past week for another ten years, like that isn't too much to ask. Given all my health issues, having had kidney cancer and functioning with only one of the little guys, having had ulcerative colitis for over forty years, all the surgeries, etc. How much can one tiny body take? I was watching TV and an AARP commercial comes on and the woman says "I am sixty and I have a lot of good years left..." BUZZER...not so fast. At sixty, unless you plan to live to 120, your life is over half over. You're at the top of the hill, maybe a little over the rise, on a downward slope. So I bargain. I'll take care of the health issues...someone give me a few years...let me outlive the cats...take my wife, please...Let's face it, life itself is a fatal disease. No one gets out of here alive. You take what you are given and move on to the next phase in life. So much for the afternoon...shot to shit if you ask me.

Busted

Yes, I was busted by Mal, a new gopher in the cube corral, for humming. And I suspect my seasonal allergies will be cause for anothrer reprimand today. Mal is very unhappy in her new digs and I think is bent on making everyone as unhappy as she is. I call her Mal as in Malcontent. Now that the noise gauntlet has been thrown I feel it is incumbent upon me to be sensitive and vigilante to her non-work related visitors. And I don't think she knows how unnerving her incessant throat clearing is. Well, what's good for one is good for all. Now, mind you, I was totally unaware that I was humming. And if I was it wasn't very loud. Bookworm says I hum but not constantly and not a lot. I caught up with her late in the day blowing her nose away from her cube so as not to incur the wrath of Mal. I am not that nice. In fact I have a cold on top of allergies so I plan on blowing my nose and coughing all day. What she gonna do? What kind of supervisor would take that kind of complaint seriously? Now my supervisor is out until the 20th so Mal may try to run roughshod over me. I plan to email my boss and go to Mal's supervisor and get them to tell her to back off, retire or both. They pack all of Tech Services into a space design for half that many people and expect us all to play nice like adults...NOT. Mal has always been the center of her own world and how she managed to bring a child into this world is beyond be, much less raise that child without a boatload of neuroses. Mal is just that, a malcontent. Spreads misery in her wake. While I will try to be more mindful of my humming, I will not back off and go to the rest room or the Cyber Cafe to blow my nose. So bite me baby!!!

Carpe Diem

Thus was a line in the Dead Poets Society, most notably a film with Robin Williams. I am sure it is a fine book as well. But I am here to praise Mr. Williams, a phenomenal talent whose candle was doomed to be without a flame all too soon. I had seen him In concert a few years ago with Gastric and neither of us could remember ever laughing so hard or for so long. He was a brilliant comic and actor. Bipolar. A shame. I've been to that precipice a number of times only to be pulled back by something stronger than myself. Too bad Williams had run out of that commodity. But the depths of despair that leads one to even consider suicide is so great that there isn't always that voice to call us back from the brink. I am heartened that the news outlets are using this as a teachable moment to remind us about help for mental illness that is available. But it is hard to see that help forest for the trees of depression. Unless you have been there then there is no use in explicating the depths it can reach. Hopeless without a friend in the world, no where to turn for help, no, you don't want help, you just want to exit stage left. I have had two serious suicide attempts in my life and numerous times I have thought that might be the only way out of the pain of depression. Depression is more than just feeling sad, and a snap out of it won't cut it. It's pathological, yet with no cause. It is debilitating and draining. To the point that the only way to ease the pain to to have an exit strategy. Most people can't understand the depths of despair it can attain. But to those of us who do, well, it still doesn't diminished the shock of his passing. So to all of my friends, those of us whose lives may be more than half over or then some, let us make the most of our time. Carpe Diem, indeed. And to my friends, and you know who you are, feel free to bend my ear, make me your conduit. I am here because I was there, too, once myself. And it is all over too soon and you'll never know what hit you. The world is not my home, I am just passing through...

Duckless in East Lansing

Oh, we heard them today, but did we see them? I think not. Birds, yes, picking away at the corn. But no Donna or Emily. My throat still ails me and I do believe I will call my doctor, per the advice of the urgent care's p.a. I have Hyphen today after a week's respite. I have no clue what to talk about. Maybe my new found love for zucchini bread. That sounds good. I thought my friend in AA might have a fit about the magic zucchini bread, but she did not, so now I know it is up to me to be careful, to not make that an every night treat. And so far that is working. I have my mandolin lesson tonight and think I may order in a pizza after the lesson and a salad for Tuesday and lunch for Gastric. Supposed to be raining all day today. We have baseball tickets for a Lugnuts' game tomorrow and while it is supposed to cool down the rain should cease and desist at game time. It $1 night; hot dogs and ball park fare. Hopefully the rain will be out of here by then. Alright, time for an insight. There is a public service announcement that has caught my attention. It is even on a bill board near my home. I found it disturbing insofar as the subject matter was having an emergency plan for a household. The tag line is "Winging it is not a emergency plan". Did we have these kind of PSAs' before 9/11? Is this the New Normal? Just wondering out loud.

Sorer throat

Canker sores again, this time in and on my throat. Hurts a great deal to swallow and I can only use my Magic Mouth Wash three times a day. Sipping on a Coke and sucking on the ice helps. I need to call my primary care doctor tomorrow for a follow up. I am headed to the farmers market in a bit for corn and tomatoes primarily. Both for Gastric and my house. I could probably have a short nap before leaving but I think not. I did not sleep too well last night and the sore throat is responsible. I do have Popsicles. Those taste and feel,good. I just may whine the rest of the weekend. No great insights yet. More to come. Yeah, right.

Sore throat

Yes, Indeedy. Went to urgent care this morning with a sore throat only to find out I have canker sores on the uvula and the back of my throat. Magic Mouth Wash (not to be confused with magic zucchini bread), fluids and a visit to my primary care doctor this week. All I know it is hurts like heck and I am just going to lay low today and tomorrow. I'll go out later and get the mouth wash prescription filled and get some toothbrushes to change on a bi weekly basis. Almost time for a light lunch and a nap. That's how it will roll today. Later, gator. Love and kisses...Pookie.

Friday in the park with Brody's Mom

Today we are celebrating Brody's Mom's birthday, although the actual date was last Sunday. We both have today off so we are going to dine at a favored restaurant out in Williamston, the Red Cedar Grill. Wonderful,place, great food and ambience. After a leisurely lunch we shall venture into Lansing and go to the Roma Bakery, a fabulous Italian deli and bakery where we shall get a vast array of Italian deli stuff for my lunches the rest of the weekend. I make a killer sub sandwich and am looking forward to that served on fresh bakery sub rolls with farm fresh produce. Tonight the Great Lakes Folks Festival begins and we will close our day out with klezmer music and other folk genres. I got my practicing in and I think I can get a quick nap in before taking off at 11:30. And no time for zucchini bread today. I will need all my faculties to maintain for the long haul. Maybe no zucchini bread all weekend. Discipline. Saturday I think shall be a lazy day. Sunday will be a farmers market run and hopefully they vendor where I got my sweet corn last week will still have some of that marvelous white small kerneled corn that I love so much. That could be Sunday dinner. Life is full of possibilities. Hyphen is back on Monday. I have made it through the week without crises. Thanks, in part, to a parting of the ways with Patricia. Well, off to the couch for that promised nap.

It's a secret

I came into possession of some excellent zucchini bread. What makes this so excellent is it has been liberally laced with some herbacious oil(catch my drift?) and I have been shit faced the last two nights. Not tonight, mind you, as I am going to dinner with Gastric and friends. But back to the zucchini bread. Who knew? It has lovely walnuts in it and puts a smile on my face where it belongs. Now I must practice moderation. A once a week treat and not nightly. And just a wee bit goes a long way. The only problem is as I am relaxing into a stupor I keep hearing the bell go off to the condo or the phone ring, neither of which actually happened. So I am still somewhat vigilante. And after two nights of not sleeping Saturday and Sunday, the last two nights have been positively blissful. Today I feel nothing but love for the universe. Going to spend the day with a librarian over at the Vet College exploring research and letting the librarian network with her new academic assignment of liaison to the Vet College. Then off tomorrow. Brody's Mom and I are going to lunch, hit an Italian deli and then take a break. Later the same day we we go to the Great Lakes Folk Festival and hang out. Busy, busy, busy. Saturday I need to finish a book assignment to take back to my nutritionist for Wednesday next week. Now, proceeding to the mail room to open up for the early birds, of which are included, I hope, the fair ducks of the Red Cedar River. Tomorrow I must take advantage of the few last Fridays I will be able to take off this summer. Classes start in a few weeks and already the students are starting to trickle in and and the town is lousy with U-Hauls. That is the plan du jour and tonight Mexican dinner with friends, a nice night for sleeping and I will enjoy the promise of the busy day on Friday. Later, my friends, later.

What I can't tell you

I had a helluva good night last night. But for reasons of my own, I can't tell you about it. Sorry, don't try to twist my arm! I was so relaxed last night and then I woke up bright and refreshed today, eager to see the ducks and enjoy life. I got up with enough time this morning to practice the mandolin for forty minutes and try some new songs out. What can I say, Gastric put me in a good mood. We talked and talked and then Brody's Mom came over and we finalized plans for Friday to celebrate her birthday and do some running around. Also this weekend is the Great Lakes Folk Festival and we plan on going Friday night. I will be busy. But with fun good stuff. It's a beautiful but foggy morning in East Lansing Town. I hope the ducks can see that we are ready for them this morning. Emily seems to be duckling-less now. Major bummer for all of us. Damn hawks. But as Moose has opined from her perch in California, Hawks gotta eat too; but just not the babies. That is so sad to think and anthropomorphize about them. Maybe the three duck muses will appear: Clio, Calliope, and Terpsichore. We can forget about the other six. These are the fun three. History, Epic Poetry and Dance. And man-o-man can these ducks dance. And eat corn, yee haw. So the bottom line is I am in a good mood, looking for the ducks in me, and hoping for a good report from my blood draw today. I am beginning to feel like the proverbial pin cushion I have had so many draws lately. I hope my potassium levels have leveled off. I did do a bit of binge eating last night. Had two ears of sweet corn around 10:00 p.m. Well, I could have had some worse snacks. Good sweet corn, the white kernels that pop off the ear. Yummo. So, that is the morning report from my desk in Cloud Cuckoo Land. Off to a better start than yesterday.

Greetings Duck Nation

One duck appeared late this morning. No ducklings, alas. Circle of life I suppose. Thanks to a buddy who alerted me to her presence. I think I have everybody trained to alert me to parking lot duck activity. She ate well and then headed to the river. I think this bodes well for the day if not, in fact, for ducklings. I suspect if she had ducklings this late in the season they were not in it for the long haul. Dup Lady woke me, as I was drifting off ever so slightly at my desk cube, and we fed the duck. Bookworm and Fagotte have been good enough to also alert me to the presence of the ducks. Oh, well, got to get them on a better feeding schedule. The students are starting to trickle back so they won't be lacking for food but I hope they continue to come around as I have ten pounds of cracked corn for them. It's a long semester.

Sleepful in East Lansing

I have my medications back and in spite of a barely memorable music lesson I have no recollection of what I did last night. I did go home and get a short nap. Finally ate something and had my lesson. Ordered in a pizza and barely remember getting it but I must have eaten as there is not a scrap left this morning. Gastric is not here due to car troubles, and in spite of the fact I woke up moments ago I managed to make it in on time. And I can safely say that if a thunderstorm hadn't reared its ugly head I would still be sleeping. I was just exhausted yesterday. I didn't get a change to go over my lesson last night this morning so I will have to practice when I get home. I have to keep a practice journal so if I don't practice today he will know about it. So now in addition to keeping a food diary I must also keep a practice journal. Yikes!!! Also, since it is raining so hard right now I doubt Madonna Duck or the Three Muse Ducks will appear today. Actually it is kinda good I got up and dressed so fast as I didn't have time to mull over a lesson. I know I was out of it last night and I looked the part. Oh, well, maybe Gastric's car will be fixed this morning and she will come in this afternoon. Otherwise I shall stay here until after 5 and make up some time for later this week when I go to a program at the vet school and clinic on campus. All I can tell you right now is that I am still tired and this rainy weather ain't helping. And the catty cornered new neighbor, well, may she be a little less out there today. Her fan is no longer rocking my world. Now I just have to deal with the incessant clearing of the throat. Boy is that annoying. Oh, well, Heigh Ho...off to work

And so it begins...

My new "neighbor" is not being too neighborly. And quiet frankly between the noise and disruption to my work life it is driving be to the Soul Suckery depths of madness. The damn fan catty corner to my desk is shaking my cube and causing the lights around me to flicker and dim. I suspect the constant clearing of their throat will push me over the edge. I can't turn my iPod up louder as then I could never hear my phone. The constant drone of the fan and the throat clearing will push me over abyss before spring. And the ninny could not be making more noise if she tried. My cube, really, my cube is being infringed upon. That damn fan, the damn noise, the damn throat clearing, the damn damn injustice. And how to explain to a boss who has a door on her office that this new "togetherness" is just pushing me over the edge. If I don't look up I won't see the see the fan shake, shake rattle and rolling. I can't concentrate. And I am certain if I say anything on Day One of the new arrangement it won't bode well for future relations. Time for a Valium.

This sucks

Well, I have been up all night, due in part to a prescription malfunction of sorts. I neglected to pay attention to a refill on. A prescription and oops, I had to call the doctor and I really should have called the on call provider as I haven't slept soundly since Friday night. I am not even tired but I am sure this will all catch up with me. I have a mandolin lesson tonight at 7:00 so this promises to be a long day. No Hyphen today so I can maybe catch nap after work before the lesson. All because one time I could not keep track of my meds. As for the ducks, bring them on. They didn't show on Friday so I am hopeful today they will put in an appearance today. Emily and at least on duckling. Maybe the three Donnas. Who knows. I just hope I can keep it together today and make it through the day. I will keep you posted about the ducks.

Up early

I am up disturbing early, having made a mistake on refilling a prescription that helps me to sleep, and just watching the Dodgers win a game In extra innings on a walk off home run (what? You didn't know I am a Dodgers fan? Not really, but since the passing of Ernie Harwell I just love a game announced by Vin Scully). So up I am, as Yoda would say, watching bad television and hoping for a little more sleep tonight. I am going to the farmers market today, and maybe out to breakfast before that. I haven't had good eggs over easy in a month of Sundays. Take the paper and read and drink a leisurely cup of coffee. Sunday promises to be a good day. I have some rading I need to do and make a nice pasta dinner, it's Sunday after all. I will tell you this: I am just not sleepy. Maybe a nice warm shower will relax me enough to sleep. Who knows and who cares?

What we forget (and what others have forgotten)

It struck me as I was watching a cooking show, wherein a baby was being handed around and being "loved"that we all came into this world being loved unconditionally by someone, be that parents or grandparents, aunts or uncles, sisters or brothers or all of the above. What we have forgotten is that we were once all loved, unconditionally, by someone. That unconditional love we should have experienced as a baby is somehow lost in the process of growing up and old. How grand it would be to experience that unconditional love again. That's all. That's my thought for the day. How great if we could always experience that unconditional love from another person in our lives. I am not speaking of a "religious" love, but the actual humankind of love. How marvelous to be passed around from person to person, being cooed over by an adoring fan base. We may all once have experienced it but it has been lost over time. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved.

No ducks Friday

Well, hopefully they are safe for the weekend, and not hanging at the loading dock waiting for a handout. I had a lovely day yesterday, teaching, sleeping and eating. I also had a lovely massage late in the afternoon followed by a equally lovely nap. It was a perfect lazy day. Thunder-boomers also late in the day but fortunately that did bother Yankel Cat, like it normally does. So I have nothing of import to say and no drama. So off to the day I go I search of adventure.

I haven't heard...

I have today off, just the last of a few Fridays to enjoy this summer, so,I don't know the duck status report of the day. I did sleep in a tad and practiced for forty five minutes. I have a massage at 4:00 at home. And I am also expecting a few packages. And I am teaching a guitar lesson today. Basically it is a quiet day at home. I get to have a nice smoothie for breakfast, whenever I actually decide to wake up. I think with the lovely tomatoes from the farmers market that a BLT for lunch is in order. Mayhap a steak or burger for dinner. There...planned. Tomorrow I will chart my meals for the nutriotnist. Today is an easy day. No charting, just the lesson and taking care of me. No drama. No Patricia. So before the massage, if the packages come before, a walk. Right now back to bed sounds right. Feels like I still have a bit of a bug. Okay, I feel sleep coming upon me.