Monday Monday... can't trust that day.

Today, the universe listened to me. I was laying there, remorseful because my "opportunistic infection" had a hold of my throat, head, sinuses and maybe lungs, when I wondered how far behind I would be if I slept an extra two hours.... then, it rain. It rained a lot.
See, what I needed to do was water and that takes a lot of time and I had only so much of it (this morning) and "it" was going to be consumed by feeling "puny."
I got up and showered and drove to work via the pharmacy where I picked up some Dayquil. It did rain. And it never got really hot. And the Dayquil allowed me to be productive. And the BMA meeting tonight went well and the Cajun Pork Chops my roommate made were deelishious. Yes I know dat spell' rrrrong... but if you have ever heard a Cajun speak.. you'll get it (if you've never heard a Cajun speak go here now and listen).
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The thing that fell by the wayside today was Hashing. I had promised a few folk to make it to the on after and I failed. I failed because I fed the dogs beans from the fridge. Beans of unknown vintage. Beans that gave them the SHITS. Amy, pauvre Amy, she came home to this disaster and had to immediately cancel her plans and clean it up.
I was tasked with getting a bag of rice so we could feed dogs and stop them up. And laundry detergent so we could clean all the soiled throw rugs. I also did dishes after we ate, laundry and am going to have to scrub the crate out by myself in the morning. It's 10 p.m. and Amy is in bed because he has to leave the house at 6:30 a in the morning.
So... Sympathy and Jet and Fuxedo will just have to forgive me. I did try. Or anyway, I had the best intentions... Maybe I should open a paving business?
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My oldest friend in the world... my best friend until High School. My first friend and closest friend and the girl who taught me to shave my legs.... found me on Facebook after 25 years.
I am sure I will soon have a lot to say about it...here... on my blog. But right now, I am just completely stunned. Completely.
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She speaks and writes fluent German!
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Today... I made a lousy listener. Tomorrow, I will try again to apologize. Not that I can correct my ways. But I can keep working at it until I get it right.
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I have rediscovered an old friend in author Spider Robinson.
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I did not work out all weekend and somehow that's OK right now because I'd rather get well. I missed out on the OKC hash I was invited to, our hash's happy hour pool party, a couple cool days to run/ride, and three stages of Le Tour that I have taped but decided to just read about to condense the commitment. I am not as far behind as I was this morning, of course, but still...
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If I only had health insurance. But that's a discussion for a much earlier hour.
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Frank McCourt died today of Metastatic Melanoma. And Walter Chronkite died this weekend of being 92 or some such. And I think both are monumental losses... but I'm guessing the mass media are still atwitter about MJ (bad music, notwithstanding). Well, anyway... good night Frank. And Walter. I will miss you. And I'm very glad you were here.
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TZ this is for you: I have decided I REALLY HATE POP (music and soda).
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Lots on the agenda for tomorrow. And Wednesday. And Thursday I shall cook. Check back then to see how my Menu comes together for that evening's wine tasting.
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Going to "The Place" now. If you need me, send a message to Key West.