I started my day with a cool shower and the newspaper, and am now suffering through a cold brew and my Irish playing poorly against Texas A&M.
I think it's time to pick up needle and thread and lose myself in something different, because my mood will surely not be helped by the impending loss and elimination from this silly tournament.
My Bean Team warned me that my temperature tolerances would change drastically, and considering my aversion to warm weather before transplant, we've now gone from bad to ridiculous. I stepped outside for two minutes to water the balcony plants and was completely knocked flat by the heat out there today.
(Yes, Betty, I thank God several times a day and night for central air and shelter and lots of ice-cold water to drink.)
(My privilege does not go unappreciated, I promise.)
(For any newbies in the audience, Betty is the name that I have assigned to the person or persons who write to me on the regular to point out my every flaw, berate me for being a miserable jerk, and tell me to just talk about stitching and nothing else...not my dead dog, my dead parents, my stupid love life, or my hypochondria.)
(I'm fairly certain that Betty is actually a nine year old boy who has been grounded since 2008 and who simply does not appreciate my particular brand of humor.)
But I regress...
So today has been a lot about nothing, but very restful and quiet. Rich has started ramping up with worry over tomorrow, so every now and then I have to remember to pat him gently and reassure him all will be well. He has a very real, very large anxiety issue when it comes to all things medical, so despite the fact that he had this very procedure done just two weeks ago...he is still completely wigged and will need to just tire himself out before tomorrow.
Thanks for your lovely comments, Dearies. I breathe them in like oxygen!
Stay cool and safe and hydrated, do something fun, and come tell me all about it!