Best Laid Plans
Friday, February 26, 2010
Well, they oft go aglay or however Robert Burns put it (and I, a Scot, should know -- shame on me).
I got up, went straight to the computer and did a fast 18 pages. Then realized I felt like crap. Dragged myself down to see my mother (because she's 95 and I'm all she has and I'm a Good Girl) and called the health center for her appointments and then realized I might have a low grade bladder infection. So they said "come on down" and I did, but they made me wait an hour and a half when all you have to do is pee in a cup and get a prescription, so I finally walked out, went home and went to sleep. Woke up to the message that yes, I do have an infection, they called in the prescription. Richie was home by then, and we were having a dinner party at Uncle Bill's in honor of Richie's mother, who died on Sunday, and he was already late. So I sent him on ahead, dragged my sorry ass to the drug store (7 miles away -- I live in the boonies), then went on to Uncle Bill's for an hour and now I'm home.
Two more pages for my minimum, but I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Still, 18 pages for such a day ain't too shabby.
Now how was I going to reward myself? A half hour of sewing isn't too appealing right now.
Onward and upward!
I got up, went straight to the computer and did a fast 18 pages. Then realized I felt like crap. Dragged myself down to see my mother (because she's 95 and I'm all she has and I'm a Good Girl) and called the health center for her appointments and then realized I might have a low grade bladder infection. So they said "come on down" and I did, but they made me wait an hour and a half when all you have to do is pee in a cup and get a prescription, so I finally walked out, went home and went to sleep. Woke up to the message that yes, I do have an infection, they called in the prescription. Richie was home by then, and we were having a dinner party at Uncle Bill's in honor of Richie's mother, who died on Sunday, and he was already late. So I sent him on ahead, dragged my sorry ass to the drug store (7 miles away -- I live in the boonies), then went on to Uncle Bill's for an hour and now I'm home.
Two more pages for my minimum, but I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Still, 18 pages for such a day ain't too shabby.
Now how was I going to reward myself? A half hour of sewing isn't too appealing right now
Onward and upward!
posted by Anne Stuart at 8:16 PM
2 Comments:
Though Irish and not a Scot's saying, "May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping."
Get well quick!
I love it!
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