Happy NoRouz Mobarak, Suzi! I love the way we have such a diverse group of people on this board that it means we get to celebrate a ton more holidays than most.
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Always in favor of holidays! NoRouz Mobarak indeed!
Happy NoRouz Mobarak, Suzi!
Renewal is a good theme for me today! I signed up for the 1000 Mile Challenge, which is to walk/run 1000 miles between today, 3/20, and the first of winter, 12/21. As the sage said, the journey of a 1000 miles starts with one step. Or in my case, a quarter of a mile.
Paying off the mortgage made me feel like things are actually possible. That I can do stuff I used to not even try because it seemed impossible. Now I'm trying. Who knows what I might do? I might even start writing again.
So NoRouz Mobarak! to all, and especially Suzi.
Yes, indeed!
Mobarak NoRouz to y'all too. I wish I could physically visit each of you and share sweets as is the tradition.
sj, see if they'll let you drink it through a straw. I managed to keep it down on my third try because I didn't taste it, just slurped it straight down with the straw. Good luck.
And NoRouz Mobarak, Suzi! Today is also Ostara, so celebration of rebirth and renewal is pretty universal.
Bev, I'll ask. I did manage to keep it down through sheer will power, but I don't know how many of them I hav e to drink for the long test.
sj I hope you can get that down.
I had therapy today (well I have therapy every M/W/F right now) and I realy really didn't want to go. I have to call Will but it has to be tomorrow because I can't do it today.
Went to the doctor for my quarterly checkup. The receptionst who's been there for ages says "So I haven't seen your husband in a while, how is he?" she asked cheerfully. She was gratifyingly shocked when I told her. There really is no good reason why she would know.
Doc's nurse calls me back. As we're headed to the scale she says, "So how is Neil doing?" Two kicks in the teeth for the morning. I thought it was odd that Doc, who looked at us both, didn't know he'd died. I guess he wouldn't gossip about a patient, but this kind of thing seems like it would be useful information about someone who was an active patient. You'd think the regular treating physician and his staff would get notifications of this kind of thing.
They were very kind and apologetic for having brought it up for me, but, still, not a cheerful morning.