I am here: X

I am still, daily, humming and singing "What's Your Name." I can almost get all the verses (what are there, two?) in order now.
I have been sweating and reading simultaneously for lo these many days. 
Still working on walking and chewing gum simultaneously.


I have had no long thoughts worth enlargement and recording.
My thoughts have all been of the next drink of water. 
I have taken to filling two sixteen-ounce glasses with ice and water and moving my paraphernalia (in my basket) to shady airy spots, one after another as the sun moves.
Where I sit, waiting for a breeze. Refilling my beverage glasses with alarming frequency.

Going to work has taken on a new gloss because the place is...

This week is another staycation week, however.

Boo hoo. 

Not.

Somehow my staycation weeks seem to fill up inordinately with appointments: today a pre-op physical, the very idea of which makes me shudder (not because of the "op," but because of the checking over of all the awful things I have done and not done to and with my body and the revelation thereof); tomorrow Max to the vet for a post-op check. More on Max's Issue in another post.

And tonight I shall be at the office anyway because no one can take notes like I and there's a meeting which requires note-taking.