I'm So Good

Here I am, writing so many times this week. I'm such a good girl.

Even so, I'm taking the day off tomorrow because I cannot stand to drag this stiff, sore leg around that great big building, up and down the stairs, one more day. I looked it up before; I have not taken a sick day since before Christmas! (I did take one death in the family day for my aunt's funeral, and one sick day to help R move, but I have not actually been sick. Amazing!) And I'm going to the orthopedist at 2:30 to see what's up with all that. My guess is arthritis, either real arthritis or something Crohn's related. I'm going for a follow-up to the guts doctor in a week or so, so I'll get his input then, and then, I suppose, an appointment with the rheumatologist. Oh, boy!

I'll need tomorrow, because I won't have a minute to spare this weekend. On Saturday, we have a Bar Mitzvah to go to. (Did I write this already? I can't find it.) This is the Hubs' first cousin's younger son. We are most definitely not going to the party; the party for her older son two years ago was a nightmare. We're going to the service in the morning and then the snack afterwards. The FIL is not making the trip, so we're picking up the MIL, which means an hour and a half to her, and then an hour to the service, and vice versa later on, so that's a day. And on Sunday, the girls are taking me to see the Star Trek movie for Mother's Day at the IMAX at the obscenely huge mall just over the state line into New York. Fun to be sure, but also some time going each way, and I'll be the parking won't be fun.

I still haven't actually gotten past the second page in that Andrew Jackson book; I've just been too tired to read at night. But I'll get to sleep an extra hour and a half tomorrow, so maybe I'll fit some reading in somewhere during the day.