{{{Cindy & Ben}}} Here's to hoping everything's ok.

I came into work early today, because I don't have to go to biology. Saw my boss, and he doesn't seem the least bit concerned that I was gone on Friday. Asked me if I was feeling better...said good...and that was that. Doesn't appear I'm going to have to have a "conversation" with him, for which I'm thankful.

I do hope I start doing better, though. This missing once a week thing is getting old and harder to explain.

{{{Cindy and Ben}}} Healthma headed your way.

((((Cindy and Ben))))

(((Cindy and Ben))) May it be something innocuous relatively minor, easy to treat, and non-worrying. (stoopid spelling)

Stephanie, yay for a good workout, and here's to quick acclimation for wee Ellie-girl.

Maidengurl, ow, with the toasty tongue. (and also, a little ew)

Hiya. I should be doing sommat productive. I'm not. I'm a rebel that way.

Thanks, everyone. We could have had an appointment at 11, but opted for an after school appt., so it's just a long wait. I'm no good at waiting. My husband is standing over my left shoulder, smirking at me. I might apply my left elbow to help relieve him of the smirk, before it causes unsightly wrinkles.

P.S. Beverly, I think you spelled innocuous correctly.

Well, however its spelled, it looks wrong. But I'm hoping it's the right diagnosis.

I am eating a chicken cutlet previously grilled sans accoutrements, heated up quick in a nonstick pan with a schmear of butter, fresh-ground pepper, and rubbed sage and rosemary from my own herb pots. Is yum. To accompany? A handful of supplements and my thyroid pill. Not so yum, but painless.

"Sometimes, Hubby, you're funny. Then there's now." That sort of thing might be why I'm SO-less.

Lot's of health-ma for Ben.

I just had leftover homemade wheat-crust pizza for lunch, also yum.

{{{{{{{{Cindy and Ben}}}}}}}}}}

ION, leg is not quite as ouchy, but the joints still hurt in the right way to make driving rather painful. So, probably just as well that I don't have a work assignment this week.