PB is still down, so here I sit, waiting for the last meeting of the day with ants in my pants – jonesing to WRITE, of all things.
Tonight my parents are coming to town. I’d invited my dad to come out for the storytelling show, which we love, as a gift for his birthday – and it just so happened to be on Valentine’s Day! So I asked my dad if he’d like to come out with mom and I’d have them stay in a hotel close by (my apartment is too small), and I’d take them to dinner and we’d all go to the show.
My dad kind of questioned it…”are you sure you want to spend Valentine’s Day with us?”
Kind of a silly question since I have nothing close to a sweetheart at this point. I’m actually a little disappointed that my Sunday night date hasn’t contacted me in any way since the thank you text after our date late Sunday night. He said he was “looking forward to spending time again soon :)”
…and that is a direct quote.
Not holding my breath. I never do anymore.
Sir Lancelot, my back/neck lump, decided to lance himself after my morning workout and a warm compress this morning. I won’t get into the gory details, but you guys…wow. I have a doctor’s appointment next Tuesday, but I’m thinking there might not be anything that the doc needs to do after this morning’s suicide attempt by good ol’ Lumpy. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I am a little scared and a lot embarrassed by this. It’s a good thing I have long hair that completely covers this area because I’m pretty sure there will be a significant scar.
Yes, there’s a backstory to this injury, but I will say that I actually injured myself while traveling with a super heavy shoulder/tote bag on my last work trip and that’s how Sir L. flared up, turned black and blue and then…whammo.
Oh well. What a romantic entry, eh? I hope everyone out there is getting more loving than I have had so far today…
But look here, I love YOU!
xox,
GS
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