1. Unlike yesterday morning, today I unfolded myself slowly to a sitting position on the edge of the bed at 6:45 a.m. and gave myself a little pep talk, creaked liked the rusted Tin Man to my feet, brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my hopeless hair, and talked myself into getting on the ball and driving to CdA for labs.
I let Gibbs out, put food in his dish and Copper's, filled a water bottle, gathered up the other things I needed and at just after 7:30 I blasted down Cameron Ave, merged onto I-90, and continued to wake up as I drove over the 4th of July Pass, into Coeur d'Alene, and eased into a parking spot at the lab.
I'd been fasting for twelve hours and once I was in the waiting room, I could see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: soon after the blood draw and peeing in a cup, I'd be seated at a window, having made my order at the titanic Big Blue Coffee Co., and I'd be eating a heavenly chocolate chip croissant and drinking a velvety 16 oz latte.
All that happened but the really gratifying payoff was still to come.
A couple hours or so later, my lab results started parachuting into my phone and I am thrilled to say that from my non-professional, amateur nephrologist point of view, the numbers looked solid and stable I rode the wave of joy I felt receiving that news on through the rest of the day.
2. I didn't leave Cd'A right away. I had a few things to do: I fueled the Camry at Costco; I made some delicious purchases at Trader Joe's; I went through the car wash at Squeaky's; I drove home.
I discovered yesterday that I have either misplaced my checkbook in the house or else it fell into the wastebasket near where I write out checks and is now in a plastic garbage bag deep in landfill somewhere.
I had no problem determining what checks were unwritten in the book of checks I can't find and called the credit union and put a stop payment on those checks just to be on the safe side.
Soon after that, a small parcel arrived on the porch.
It was my new checkbook cover.
My checks will now be in a cover decorated with Vincent Van Gogh's The Starry Night.
My hope is that Van Gogh's bold colors and shapes will make my checkbook stand out in the midst of all the other mundane colors and shapes in the area where I pay bills and make it less likely that I won't be able to find it.
3. Nancy, Ed, and I met at the Kellogg Elks tonight for burgers. It was a relaxing and fun time. We saw some longtime friends. We had superb conversations. And, the real topper? The burgers were awesome and I thoroughly enjoyed the fries. We strode across the street after dinner to The Lounge and had more fun. I saw Becky for the first time in ages. We had fun yakkin' with Bob. Men flew at high speeds on a tiny sled down a steep, curvy ice course on the television.
Oh! And, by the way, after I returned home from CdA, Debbie called and we got to spend some time yakkin' and not figuring anything out. It's good we're both used to not having things figured out and can move forward not knowing what we're doing.
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