Rant as much as you need to, KB. I certainly have.

askye, that definitely sounds like enough onerous tasks for one day. I'm glad your doctor's appointment went well.

I am home. I have checked my sugar levels again and am having my afternoon snack, only 15 minutes late. I was feeling a little bad for myself because I couldn't get a treat for myself on the way home from the doctor (which is a tradition for me since I was a little girl), but then I came home to two packages from Nicole! Sherlock S1 & S2 DVDs, a Billie Holiday CD, and a Doctor who necklace (wibbly wobbly timey whimey...stuff)!

Sherlock S1 & S2 DVDs, a Billie Holiday CD, and a Doctor who necklace (wibbly wobbly timey whimey...stuff)!

Now that there is a seriously awesome treat!

It is! She said she was sending me "a little" something, that was most certainly not a baby gift (because I'm paranoid about those before baby is born). She lied about the little part.

Spoiler alert: my BP came down for the second measurement. So, my heart is in no danger of exploding. The doctor also suggested a few things for my IBS. And I retract my earlier snark, because the appointment was longer than 5 minutes.

From the time I left my house until the time I pulled in the driveway, it was one long unbroken streak of being nibbled to death by ducks, starting with the creepy guy on the steps of the library who harassed me and then wanted to know why I gotta be like that. Car's gas tank on empty, gas station #1 couldn't read my credit card, traffic was a dick, grocery store was full of people determined to be in my way, CVS couldn't find my prescription, traffic was a dick again, my car stereo is possessed by the devil.

But I got sushi and am eating a ridiculously late lunch, and then I am taking as long of a walk as my ankle will allow, because it's 70 degrees here, Bitches! Also I have 2 new books from the library: the new Veronica Mars novel and the new Gail Carriger novel. So yay!

sj, maybe this is the start of a new type of treat. Rather than food, it can be something else. I know it's hard not to focus on what you you can't have, but sometimes it helps me to flip it around to look at it as something new I can have.

ION, I'm sick. Why on earth must I get a cold at the end of March? I feel like crap.

sj, maybe this is the start of a new type of treat. Rather than food, it can be something else. I know it's hard not to focus on what you you can't have, but sometimes it helps me to flip it around to look at it as something new I can have.

I'm usually pretty good at buying myself stuff too, so I probably don't need to do more than that either. However as soon as I give birth somebody better bring me an Italian grinder and a milkshake. People have been informed.

ION, I'm sick. Why on earth must I get a cold at the end of March? I feel like crap.

I'm sorry. Feel better.

However as soon as I give birth somebody better bring me an Italian grinder and a milkshake. People have been informed.

Hah! I'd bring you one from our place if we were just a teensy bit closer.

Thank you. I hate how whiny I get when I'm sick. It's like I regress to childhood.

Hah! I'd bring you one from our place if we were just a teensy bit closer.

I'm sure you would. They don't slice the proscuitto right here or make proper Italian rolls. So, Mom knows she can see her granddaughter if she brings those things with her from RI. It's possible I'm a little picky about these things, but I can blame my grandfather for that.

Thanks, you guys. Certainly I didn't mean to make that sound as if I were stalking for revenge. Getting in my face is just too much to take when the move-out date is all set. There is no need to keep sending nasty letters saying there must be no debris left in the garbage cans. Which is a silly requirement to make since waste management picks up at the curb every week.

Sick = whiny for me. One degree of fever turns me into a five year old, so I've learned to take a load off and rest when I need to.

Fortunately my sisters will do okay in their new situation because thankfully one of them has savings and good credit and now they have a nice new mobile home only one zip code away and we can still be neighbors. Sadly I am jealous because my vintage aluminum box could use a lot of nice things like roll out shelves and a soaking tub and skylights. Not to mention windows that are not leaky hand crank louvers with screens inside.

Ah well. At least this didn't mean my girls moved out of town or in with me with the seven cats. I don't even really like company that stays more than three days or so because it's too crowded for me.

Occasionally a hummingbird buzzes past my ear and then sits polishing its bill and fluffing up its feathers and sucking them back in tight, scratching its little head with its wee foot. I wonder if it is demonstrating to me that yep, same bird.