In a fit of anxiety (very close to the surface these days) because my comments
We had a delightful, almost giddy conversation and he told me he’d located the problem with my comments and all was well again. I love FaceTime and always feel much better for actuality seeing the face and hearing the voice of a friend, rather than just the printed word. I don’t know why we don’t use it more often.
Our conversation made my day. It also made me want to face-chat with others, too. Anyone who wants to chat should know that in my isolated environment, I’m open to all comers. Conversations R’ Us!
RED Alert: I am a supreme mess! In case this hasn’t come through loud and clear already.
I’m on the docket for 3 more neupogen shots this weekend, and had totally forgotten that I promised the teen age son of a customer that I would attend his baseball game this weekend…tomorrow, in fact. An email reminder from his mom pulled me up short. Shit!
I get the shot at 8:30 and game time is at 10 a.m., so I think I’m safe there. But, but, but…driving is a bit iffy after these shots and I don’t know where the ball field is located. I mean, not having kids why would I commit such things to memory?
The family’s summer place is here in town so maybe if I fill them in on the situation they could pick me up on their way out of town, too. If things go as they have in past years, they will end up at Dos Locos to celebrate the win, or nurse their wounds at the loss. Either way, they could drop me off before they go on their way to celebrate.
The other potential problem is that they may want me to join in their celebration at DL, and I am not sure how up-to-it I will be at that time. I have my hat & sun block, but I’ll need to find some shade to protect my skin from possible infection. Yes. It's that bad. God! I hate being sick!
In any event, I can’t disappoint this kid. I’ve watched him grow up. He’s a good kid, bright and boasts a very sick sensahumah - like me! So, what’s not to love. I’ll make it to that game come Hell or high water. Then I’ll come home and collapse.
BTW: I don’t know anything about America’s Pass Time. Not a thing. Should be an interesting day.
And so it goes.