Smiling as the first wave of freshly ground coffee-scented air drifts from the kitchen; settling in front of the monitor after hanging up the phone. The Great Scot is heading home from work in cold, blizzard-like conditions whilst here at home...less than 25 miles away and to the west...there's nary a sign of snow in the frigid air. Winter air with icy teeth and a lazy wind; too lazy to go around you so it goes right through you, and methinks 3M would like to see this waiting at the door...
Still tired, the long trip to the doctor's office always exhausts me; but happy. No more huge tremours, the horrid internal tremouring has dissipated like a bad dream hurried away by the morning sun; just a little minor head-bobbling. I can live with this.
After a long soak with a book in hand my muscles are warmed and soothed, I positively stink of gardenia and it makes me think of summer. Even my nails look summery with their emerald green polish all sparkly in the steamy bathroom. Time to work on the menu and wait for 3M's safe return; wait for the fatigue to work it's way out of my system. Tomorrow I shall attempt my first foray on my own for a month and a half; such a sense of freedom! Perhaps I'll even be able to read, and make sense of, your blogs then as well...I miss you! A call to Florida to talk with the kidling and Mom and Pop is in the cards as well.
Good thing for the day: I have the medication to control my tremours again!
About me: When I'm very tired my thoughts become an odd sort of jumble, rather like what I've written in this post tonight, and editing is a must since my words get a bit..well...scrambled.