Damn, I feel dull of late. I'm doing ok. The medication I'm on has messed with me a bit but I think I'm feeling more normal. I'm still at sea as to what the fuck I'm supposed to eat these days between the low fodmap and the ulcer. GEESH. I have a follow up appointment next week and we'll see what the biopsies say. Probably nothing as per usual, but that's not all bad, now is it?
The weekend was quiet as I was down for much of it. All I managed was a lot of sleep, a trip to Target, and quick trip to Country Arbors (beautiful big coneflowers for $9). Back to work this morning but then the afternoon off to take Ernie to his colonoscopy. Yeah, that's right, it was only Friday he took me to my upper endoscopy. Good God. Who knew it would be like this? Ha, I guess we should have expected it. We are very fortunate to have one another though, and we do our best not to take that for granted. I'm sure we do sometimes, but today, as I sat there waiting for him, I just thought about how blessed we are.
Over the weekend the big project, other than my naps, was redoing Leo's room. It had been forever since we'd done anything to his room and he was getting a new computer, because it was time, and as much as I love the antique partners' desk that was my father's, from his law office, it's awfully small when it comes to computer setups. Which is actually pretty funny as the desk was originally for two people. Times change, huh? Don't worry, he's keeping it, we're just adding to it. The other day we finally got our last piece of the desk delivered from IKEA so the guys, all three of them, worked all weekend, moving things out and around and cleaning and dusting and rearranging. Sunday night we got the desk set up and we left the boys to put together the new computer. They've moved out of Mac territory so it's all beyond me. At one point, seemingly in the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom and as I tried to quietly scuttle back to my bed I heard, "HEY PARENT!" I walked over and poked my head into Leo's room and they both beamed and asked me if I wanted to see the computer lights come on. I declined, saying I was sleepy, but they looked so disappointed that I capitulated. They turned it on and I admired it. Good Lord I love those boys. Love them so much.
Feeling lucky tonight.
Oh, and that make me think of Trump listening to the Daft Punk medley with Get Lucky. I kind of miss Owen's Daft Punk obsession. Remember his "Alas, poor Yorick"?
Heh.
Onward.