There is nothing wrong with me. I went to the doctor, and he found me unremarkable. This is a good thing, medically-speaking, and the predicted diagnosis. Specifically, my symptoms point to nothing more than a virus. So, I get to take some over-the-counter Prilosec, and I should try and reduce my stress. Ha ha ha ha ha! That reminded me of Chrysanthe's pleasant suggestion from yesterday, wherein I relax and let everyone take care of me. Ah, 'tis a lovely dream. Here is what the upcoming week looks like:
Remember how I said I was trying to be more organized? This is the current system, which was actually off-line for most of the winter, because the white boards warped from the constant heat spewing from the baseboard. I hung the horseshoes this way to keep the good luck in, but a friend said they should go the other way, to push the evil down. Who knows? No, really-who among you has an opinion?
My secret weapon against the stress.
The all-season tree! It has been de-Valentined, and awaits the Spring motif.
Lastly, perhaps you remember the post about the Captain's birthday. In it, I reprinted a letter, as per the request of my friend Maccabee. He had offered $100 for the pleasure of reading it again. True to his word, I received a check in the mail. Silly man. However, I always tell the boys not to make foolish bets, because they might have to pay up. So, I'm cashing the check, and donating the money to charity. Maccabee has a boxer, also one of the Captain's favorite breeds, so some of the proceeds will go to this organization:
Believing in Big Love means being a steward of the earth, and all the creatures upon it.
Thanks for another great week, all. I'm mulling an idea for stress-free Sunday posting, so that the Lone Woman is never lonely. But for now, enjoy your weekend, and we'll talk on Monday!