Last Chance!

I just realized it's my last chance for a November 2009 blog post! Yikes! Time has been shrieking away from me like it's the kid who scares easily and I'm the questionable stranger offering it even more questionable candy outside my windowless van. I'm almost giddy at the nearness of the end of finals. Sure, I still need to study and partake in the actual finals, but I'm focused on the yet-unread novels that are lustily purring: "rrrread me." Roll that "r" in "read" like you're a voluptuous Brazilian tango dancer named Lola.

Unable to bear the wait, I cracked open The Wings of the Dove and snuck in a few chapters when there were a kazillion other things I ought to have done. No terrific harm has come of it yet. Aside from my itch to say things like "thither" and "ought" in a high, funny accent.

T had his nasolacrimal roto-rooting last Tuesday, so he's been an invalid for the past week, but my nursing instincts have long since evaporated, leaving him shall we say, pouty. To be fair, he's improved marvelously, but still tries to squeeze an extra couple of drops of sympathy out of me from time to time. I was a class A caregiver for the first few days when he really needed it. Truly, I went above and beyond. But like my feelings toward fibromyalgia: if you look fine, you're fine -- so goes my zealous coddling. Done when my work is done...like a thief in the night.