We Return You Now ...

... to our regularly scheduled programming.

I only have to prepare at night and get up early in the morning 20 more times until summer vacation. There is a possibility of a nightly countdown here.

So, back to work today, and the SCM was out, of course, because if there is a vacation or a long weekend, he must have an extra day. I think what bugs me about this, other than the obvious, is that he knows he's taking a day, and we generally tell each other in advance if either one of us is going to do that, but he never does on these extra vacation days. I know he's get plenty of sick days saved up and he's entitled to use them, but it's always been a courtesy thing not to spring days off on each other (unless we're actually sick, of course.) So say I, so say we all.

I saw The Resnick this afternoon for a follow up to last week's colonoscopy, and all is well. He had been thinking of increasing my meds, but based on my lack of symptoms (although the test shows there is still some inflammation) he's leaving well enough alone. I also aired out my thoughts about how he and the other doctor -- the internist -- reacted when I sick in December, and he clarified that side of the story. Go me for bringing it up. Whaddayaknow, therapy really does work.

So listen to this weird thing that happened yesterday. Two weird things. I went to the ShopRite in the morning, and as I was passing it to turn into the parking lot, I saw an elderly woman standing on the sidewalk, and suddenly trip and fall over a bag on the ground. I didn't expect to be the first one to get to her, since I had to drive in and all around the lot, but it was an off-time and empty there, so I was. I helped her up, etc. and then she was okay and walking, although her knees were scraped. I thought, Oh, must be my help-an-old-lady-day. Then I got home and there was a phone call, and old lady voice, I didn't quite get the last name but she said she something like Shirley Shiller. Yes, an old lady named Shirley called me on the phone yesterday. Somehow, I knew exactly who this was, but why was she calling me? (She is my sister's first husband's current mother-in-law; let us remember that Satan J, my former BIL, has no contact with my sister and certainly not with me.) Well, Shirley did not quite know who she was calling, and when I explained who I was, she apologized profusely, but I said it was fine, fine, which it was. Seems that Good Guy Nephew is having an engagement party of sorts at the end of June, thrown by his MIL-to-be -- long story -- and this Shirley isn't sure what to wear and her daughter (Mrs. Satan J) says she needs to wear something dressier than what she was planning. Why did she call me? I think because my name and address are in the invitation stuff because people are sending me recipes -- see last week's panic attack -- and she thought I was someone else. But I have met this Shirley a few times, and she is really a doll, and I was happy to talk to her, and it felt really good talking about some normal thing with a nice old Shirley yesterday. (And the outfit she described sounds lovely. Mrs. Satan J is a jerk.) Looking forward to seeing her at the engagement party. (Excuse me, the couple shower.)

Had to turn the A/C on today, as today turned out to be the first humid day of the season. We do humidity very well here in New Jersey; it's a fine art. None of those crisp New England summer mornings, but at least, not the waking-up-in-a-swamp you get in D.C.

Well, my lunch is ready and my clothes are out, but I do have towels to fold and put away. And then I want to go to sleep. I don't care if it's eight o'clock.


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