Checking In

I've had a full weekend. Or not. Things are very quiet. But today is liquid diet day, and you know, when you're not allowed to eat, it's the only thing you want to do. I've had endless broth -- sick of that -- and two cups of coffee this morning, and gatorade. And some jolly ranchers. The actual pre-colonoscopy ordeal begins in one hour, at which time I will drink the magic potion that causes one's insides to dissolve. In a manner of speaking.

Otherwise, you know, you've gotta see the silver lining. Colonoscopy at 8.15 tomorrow morning means, essentially, a free day off from work. I should be out of there at ten the latest, and alert and happy for my haircut at 1.30. And it's a three-day work week, since they "gave us back" a snow day we didn't use by giving us the Friday before Memorial Day weekend off. (For those of you in sunnier climes, each school year has several days built into the calender when school will be closed for snow. Let's say my district allows three snow days, meaning we could lose three days of school and still meet the state required number of days. If we only use two of those three for snow, the Board of Ed. has the option of giving us back the third day by giving us an extra day off somewhere. They are generally loathe to do this, but it's become the trend in these parts in recent years. I'll have to remember to tell you about the hurricane, though.)

So, Target this morning, of course, and the Sibs is coming by any minute to pick up something I got for her there. She's waiting for her husband to finish watching something so he can drive her over because apparently she does not drive anymore, or doesn't want to, or I don't know what. Let's not get me started.

Oops, there's the doorbell. Hold on.

I'm back. K and I watched The Namesake this afternoon, which was very good. A gentle movie about a family and its life. Thumbs up from me.

I've been weeding stuff off my computer like crazy, but I don't know if I have enough spare hard drive space to install the Mac system upgrade. I mean, I do, but I'll only have a tiny slice of memory left. So I've been recording passwords and registration keys in case I end up having to reformat the drive, or to get a new one. I can't find out anywhere online how much that would cost, so I could walk into the Apple store and ask and they could say five hundred dollars and I would say oh, that's lovely, thank you; see you around, because that would be just crazy. But you know, I like having my ducks in a row and knowing what's going on, so it just irks me that I don't.

If I have one more cup of broth I will sprout chicken feathers, but let me tell you, I am hungry. Ah well. This too shall pass.


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