Another Saturday Night

I have to say, I am not so much enjoying the constant sense of pukiness (with apologies to poolagirl) that the sinus infection brings. I sure hope those antibiotics kick in for tomorrow. I'm feeling generally eh.

But it could always be worse, as they say. My dear Colleague called me this morning to say that she tripped on her way out of school and to her car the other day and fell flat on her face and broke her nose. I believe the EMT who came, or maybe it was the doctor, used the word "smashed." So, ick. But she said she had no pain at all during the whole ordeal, only a little now from some stitches they had to put in her mouth. (The impact knocked some of her dental implants off.) So she's home, can't drive, can't even ride in a car until tomorrow, and her husband is in rehab recovering from knee surgery, so her daughter, only a few blocks away, is on active duty. (I too am at her service, but I know she'll never call me.) All things considered, way worse than a sinus infection.

In other news, I have no big preparation to do before school starts except to get some cooking out of the way so I have single serving lunch stuff handy; I expect to do that on Monday. I didn't even feel up to putting a load of laundry in today, although I think I'll get to it after I post this. R is off at a wedding until Monday (she's in the wedding party), so I'm going over tomorrow to feed Trillian, my grandcat. K would go, but she was supposed to be away this weekend so the Sibs and I made plans to go there together. K's plans fell through, though, so she's still home.

Thinking a great deal this weekend about K's wonderful friend Matt who has been down in Mississippi for over a year doing Katrina relief work, and hoping that he and all those he's done so much for will be safe and dry. If I were a pray-er, I'd be praying, but Matt's dad is a pastor, so I know he's got those bases covered.


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