Ah yes, don’t you hate that day-before feeling?
The day before a test, or the day before having to give a speech, or the day before the first day on a new job. For me, when teaching, it was the day before the first day of school. You get older, and it’s the day before surgery.
Well, thank God it isn’t the Middle Ages!
I received a packet in the mail today. Patient forms to fill out and a multi-color brochure showing the Mohs procedure. Oh, how lovely. Notice the lower case. Mohs comes from Dr. Fredric Mohs, a guy into skin in the 1930s. I wrongly perceived it to be MOHS as in My Only Hope Surgery or Man, Operations Hurt Somuch!
I did a dumb thing and took a nap.
Now I’ll be up all night. That will give me plenty of time to think. I don’t want to think. I want to sleep. For about two days.
If this is your first visit to rvsue and her canine crew, you’re probably confused.
Why no pictures of a single grandma sitting in a camp chair alongside her camper, sipping wine, as she and her two lovely dogs gaze at the glorious streams of red and orange emanating from the setting sun?
I’ll explain. It goes like this:
I ordered a Casita travel trailer back in NOVEMBER from the factory in Texas. (I live in Georgia.) It was finished in MARCH OF THE FOLLOWING YEAR! I thought I’d be picking it up in JUNE, immediately following my retirement. Look at the calendar. It is now AUGUST! It’s been one thing or another, mostly waiting for my house to be sold. Then when it finally sold, my nose goes and attacks me for no good reason. Well, there were those sunburns . . .
Anyway . . .
Please be patient and wait with me for the adventure to begin. I don’t want to wait by myself!