It's really Monday

It may be a holiday (banks are closed, Bubba's out of school) but it's still a Monday.

I told the nurse at my appointment this afternoon that there were several, telltale Monday signs. One, if it can go wrong, it will. Luckily, all my odd things that happened weren't life-threatening. Two, the doctor was late for my late afternoon appointment. No big deal...he's nice and doesn't short change you on your moments.Three, the parking lot was full. My favorite comment by one lady coming into the office, "There must be a lot of sick people here today."

Lady, if you only realized what you just said. I heard nary a cough (except for one cough out of a little boy on the far side of the room) while I was there.

Thank goodness they don't run late with the sick folks.

More to come...the week is still young.

The beginning, again

Grad school is over. I know one of my grades was an A for the semester. I'm awaiting sentencing on the other one. It's kind of odd to get too excited about graduation from a school that only has one annual commencement, when that's in May and you're finishing in December like me.

I've been called odd before. No sweat.

The beginning is my long-neglected exercise program and diet log. I have a snappy doo-dad on my computer to track calories, activities, and even glasses of water. It still remembers what I weighed when I tried this food tracking earlier this year.

I'm also beginning to evaluate what really needs to be cleaned in my house. After a couple of semesters of neglect (that shows), I'm going to have to bribe, er, train Bubba to do more housework for his allowance.

Should be an interesting time!

Stay tuned...