There. I got up and shut the damned thing off mid-"lovely chorus or two." Now if it just stays off until I get out of here in an hour, I'll be happy.
Yup, leaving in an hour to go to yet another doctor's appointment. I'm nervous about this one ... far more nervous than for previous doctor appointments of recent months. I haven't seen this doctor for over a year now, and had hoped to have been given a clean bill of health on this part of things. And things might yet still be fine. I'm trying to tell myself not to worry until they hand me something concrete to worry about.
And besides, thirty-two years ago today, a bouncy baby Socialist was born into this world of capitalism and mayhem. A cause for celebration indeed, I'd say. I have his presents wrapped and ready, taunting him from the living room end table. Two more are set to arrive within the week, one of which he will definitely get right away, and one which may wait until Christmas. Tonight we'll be dining at a Tex-Mex restaurant we've both taken a liking to.
Meanwhile, if I were to call things at work "chaotic", I'd be underestimating the situation. I therefore abandon this update to go and do useful things, like putting out fires and containing small thermonuclear blasts.
Is it Friday yet?
musical accompaniment: Silence