Looks Like a Really Good Day

What's a really good day for me? Number One: very little pain today. YAY! Either the meds are working -- which it could be, in which case, SUPER YAY! -- or it's just a random pain-free day. And it isn't even raining. (In fact, there a gorgeous blue sky out there and actual sunlight pouring in the library windows. I can't wait to get out and walk around in it.) Also, no hot flashes yet today (although I feel one coming on), because it's been sub-zero here in bookland.

Number Two: There will not be an unusable car sitting in my driveway for the next three years, because I made arrangements for it today, so Go Me. With the last one, it was the Hubs' car that was truly dead, not even drivable, and I decided that it was his problem to solve. It was solved when a man who was walking past our house on the way to a garage sale down the street noticed the car in the driveway and rang our bell to ask if he could buy it for a hundred bucks. He gave us the cash, the Hubs signed it over to him, and he came back a half hour later with a tow truck. This car, formerly my father's, drives and isn't in bad shape, but it needs a catalytic converter and that's not worth it. (It's a 91 Oldsmobile.) And this car is in my name. So I called the Vietnam Veterans of America and we're donating it to them; they're coming to pick it up tomorrow and that also means that it will be off my insurance tomorrow. And it's only been dead in the driveway (since it failed inspection) since the end of February. Of this year.

Number Three: It appears that my thyroid is enlarged. This isn't so much good news as it is not bad news, since whatever is wrong with the thyroid they have a fix for. The possible good news is that if I do indeed have low thyroid, then that will explain all kinds of things that have gone without explanation for some time. And maybe I could lose another pound or two.

Here's a strange one: when I came into the library this morning, there was a book left behind on one of the tables, not a library book, but someone's personal book, left, I guess, after I went home yesterday at 3:00 and before the library closed at 5:00. It's a copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or, more precisely, Harry Potter y el prisionero de Azkaban. There's no name in it or anything else to identify whose it is, and there are too many native speakers of Spanish in the building to put out an alert. It's on my desk and shall remain there until the end of the school year, waiting for someone to claim it. If not, it will join my home collection of what else? Copies of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban from other countries. I have one in French, and I have both British editions (one for children, one for adults), and something else, I think, but R wasn't able to find one in Spanish for me in Mexico last year. (She brought me El Principito -- The Little Prince -- instead.) An odd coincidence, I think.

Anyway, I have been up and down the stairs here in school at least a half dozen times today for one reason or another (mostly because the bathroom is downstairs) and I have not used the elevator once, so I guess this really is a good day for me pain-wise. I haven't walked up the steps in ages.

I'm still drinking my 60 to 80 ounces of water a day, and let me tell you, it's just so much fun. *eyes roll* I'm only in the middle  of my second bottle-full, so I guess I'd better get on the stick.