And the Whirlwind Begins

Okay. Didn't write last night because I didn't get back from the Crohn's support group until 9:30, by which time K thought I'd probably just fallen asleep somewhere. But it was good, I'm glad I went, I'll go next month.

Tonight is Back to School Night, which I am missing because I'm sitting here all dolled up -- not really -- for my nephew's rehearsal dinner tonight, but of course, the SCM called in sick today because no way he was going to one more BTS Night. When I got to school this morning, I asked the secretary who assigns the substitutes how it looked for me, and she said she had someone, but she'd need to put her elsewhere period 8. I said, "No, I need someone periods 6, 7, and 8." She said well, she wasn't sure, so I said, Hey, no problem, just let me know now if I won't have a sub period 8, because that's when I'll go home.

I had the best sub (excepting K), Eleanor, who subbed for me longterm when I was out after my brain surgery and has always been our favorite sub, but for the last few years she's been looking after grandchildren during the day; now they're all in school. Yay! She's a buddy and a pal, and we had a great day, and she got a lot of that messed up shelving straightened out (because she doesn't need to be taught, just told what has to be done.)

I will probably not write tomorrow, since I'll be in wedding mode all day, more or less. I started thinking before about what I would say if they stick a video camera in my face at the reception, and let me tell you, I will gush and I will cry, because I just love this boy so much. (Okay, he's 30, not a boy.) But he is so special to me, and I will tell them all the story about how I dreamed his face before he was born and then carried him in my arms in the car on the way home from the hospital and knew it was the baby I'd seen in my dream.


Ach, bad news. Just got a phone call from the Chum; her mother died in Florida this morning. Thank god, though, it was before her real suffering set in; she had a good night last night and went quietly this morning. She was 87. A good lady.


Okay, then. Can't get my sister on the phone. Is she coming for me at five? Am I meeting her at her house? Will they forget to pick me up? It's even money on that one.

WATCHING L/O :: ENTRY #1854
READING: The Professor and the Madman by ??