I visited a friend today, made three batches of soup, two kinds of cookies and fixed a squeaky treadmill.
But really I only made one kind of soup and used three different vegetables in each one, so it kind of doesn't count.
And the daughter really made one of the batches of cookies, so I suppose that doesn't count either.
Had a very enjoyable time with a friend over progressive tea.
It's like a progressive dinner, where you have one course at one house and then go to another house for the next course.
Only for a progressive tea you have one cup of tea at one house, then go do a bunch of other things, then have another cup at the other house.
Went to the doctor for what turned out to be nothing. And I probably wouldn't have gone if the nurse care line had been willing to ask me any questions instead of just referring me to the scheduling desk. There are some things that they just err on the side of caution. I get that.
Chest pain? Could be heart attack. Shortness of breath? Asthma. Knock on the head? Brain bleed. Mysterious bump? Cancer. Sheesh! Talk about looking at the world with crap-colored glasses. I think it may be an occupational hazard for nurses on the care line to suffer Hypochondia by Proxy.
My real showing off bit, though, is that I fixed the squeak on the giant treadmill in the basement AND did 20 minutes on the thing while having a nice conversation with my son.
On another tangent: I have been saying entirely not the right word all day today.
"What Wednesday is it?" (Because I didn't know what day of the week it was today. Two days out of school messes with my circadian rhythms.)
"I have a doctor's apartment today."
and just now I thought, though did not say, "...having a nice conversation with my thumb."
Gotta go prep for class now.
Grateful Crap: epidermoid cysts
took meds in the morning
tea with a friend... twice!
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