A few random happies mid-week…
• Mad Men is back. It’s been 18 months since Don Draper suddenly proposed to his too-young Canadian secretary and Joan opted to keep Roger’s child and deceive her husband; I’ve been dying to know what happens next. I’m so excited it’s back. I was giddy watching the premier last night. Megan seems crazy. Lane Pryce is right there with her. Roger and Don are suddenly the same guy. And, Peggy sure looks fantastic, though I’m curious about her boyfriend, the journalist for “some underground papers.” Very, very interesting.
• Easter candy is almost out of season. Between the Reese’s peanut butter eggs, Cadbury eggs, and Cadbury mini-eggs, it’s a miracle I can still zip up my pants. Of all the holiday candy, Easter is my favorite, so I’m not going to feel guilty about it. There is only a week left and I’m going to enjoy it, but I’ll be very happy to see it go for another year.
• Sunday, I had my first t-shirt trail run, proof (beyond the puffy eyes and drippy nose) that spring is definitely on the way. The weather over the weekend was so nice. Saturday, there was sunshine for the Celtic Faire downtown, the highlight of which was the giant bag of kettle corn I took home. T-shirts, kettle corn, and sunshine runs have all combined to put me in the spring spirit. (I wonder how far I’d have to run to burn off my Easter candy. I probably don’t want to know.)
• My nightmares stopped. After weeks of waking up every night between 1:30 and 2:30 from a horrible nightmare (sometimes two in a night!), I started keeping a notepad by my bed. I wanted to remember the nightmares so I could potentially figure out what was going on in my brain. Well, almost immediately, the nightmares stopped. The notepad is still on my nightstand with only a few cryptic notes about a dream I had about moving into a really small house with a large sliding glass door. This is the only time writer’s block has been helpful.
And, the crappy…
• Barley has a strange growth on his shoulder that needs to be checked out. It’s been getting bigger and now Dougal is licking it and making it bleed. Those two vex me in pairs. I admit I’ve been dragging my heels a few weeks in making the vet appointment. I’m afraid it’s something really bad and I don’t want to face it. (This has been a banner year for crap news. I swear a new bit of awful drops on my head every month or two.) I know how stupid it is to wait; nothing ever got better by letting it fester. So, I’m making the appointment. I’ll keep you all posted. His appointment is Saturday.