And so it goes ...

 

Happy Friday, y'all!

It's a gloomy 54* morning ...  the sort that makes me want to curl up near the faux fireplace with a bowl of buttery Malt-O-Meal, swimming in a bath of Half n' Half.  It's 1959 all over again.  

Seriously, why is it?  Weather conditions (and stress) combine to make me crave comfort food -- or as one author calls it, 'nursery fare.'

First the good news.  We met with the neurosurgeon Wednesday morning.  Stunned.  This guy could have walked right out of Central Casting -- white hair and sparkly blue eyes (think Marcus Welby) that bore into yours like a laser.   Not once, but twice he apologized for keeping us waiting.  (Huh?!, I've never heard that from a doctor before!)

No fist bumps, no gloves.  Nope.  Firm handshakes for both of us.  He took his time explaining the bacteria and confirmed yes, we're in it (infusion therapy) for the 10 weeks so as to avoid a 'vertebral collapse.'  (I don't even want to think about that right now.)  But overall, he said Tom "looks great." 

Suspect a specialist of his nature would be offended, but gosh.  I wish he could be my primary care physician. 

Speaking of physicians.  Do you remember when -- if you were a good girl or boy -- the doctor would hand you a lollipop, or an equally inane something or another?   My mother used to similarly 'reward' me after a dentist visit with a trip to Baskin Robbins.  (I wonder if that's why, to this day, I'm not especially fond of ice cream.)

Anyway!   Putting aside my vow to never again darken the doors of America's largest retailer,  I agreed to accompany Tom to find a comfortable pair of 'knock-around' shoes.  And fulfill our weekly shopping list.  The feeling?  Not unlike one gets watching a Tennessee Williams play.  So!  I decided to buy my own reward -- a little (8") Blue Diamond skillet.

One less thing on my Amazon 'wish' list.  But I'm debating adding this.

At the doctor's check-in, his receptionist had one by her keyboard and everyone was raving about it.  Left to my own devices, I'd probably drink coffee all day -- but this gallon 'motivational' jug is pretty cute.  What-cha think?

So, the 'witching hour' is almost upon us.  We've never been approached by little ghosts and goblins, which is frankly a relief.  Of course, that's not going to stop me from sharing these memes.  Hope they make you smile!

Thanks for stopping by ... please come again!

Hugs, Myra