Sunday we fly out to MD for my bi-annual NIH checkup. With Excy's hospital drama this week, I haven't had time for my 'one- week-countdown-blues,' which would be a good thing, had I also had quiet time at home to center myself for the shit-storm that is a week of tests and doctors. And time with the animals to soak up before we leave for the week. Oh Well, that's life.
I'm prepared to hear the worst. Maybe it's even time. Whatever's necessary. Highlights will be seeing old friends and dinners out. We get back Friday - that's the plan, anyway, so it'll be next weekend before I'm back. I plan to have a lap-top for the next trip so I can keep in touch. Blessings to you all.
Here are some funnies a friend sent yesterday:
What do you do with 365 used condoms?
Melt them down, make a tire, and call it Good year.
Why are hurricanes normally named after women?
Because when they come, they're wet and wild, and when they go, they take your house and car with them.