Back in the Saddle Again

Eight years later, I'm back in a Highland dance class, hopping, shuffling, and pointing. We haven't gone over the sword yet, but it's coming- I feel it.

It was wonderful.

And my worst fears were completely unfounded- I'm not sore at all today.

So I guess I have no excuse and have to go to work today.

Pog mo thoin, dance class. Pog mo thoin.

A Farewell to Arms, part II

"Please don't think I'm nuts, Dr. S, but I feel so strange- like my arms are getting shorter."

"I've heard that before."

"Whew. I'm glad it's not weird or something."

"Oh, it's weird. I've just heard it before."

A Farewell to Arms

Sitting in the doctor's office, 5 PM, bloodwork check.

"I don't know, honey, I've just been feeling weird."

"Like what?" He leans in and takes my hand, his thumb lightly stroking my palm.

"I can't explain it, really- I feel like my arms are getting shorter."

He leans back, scootches his chair over, and goes back to his battered back issue of Smithsonian.

Happy 2nd anniversary, sweetie.

It's five 'o clock somewhere...

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So during lunch I race to the local library to pick up the book waiting on hold for me there. Pride and Prejudice. And Zombies.

I scout out the usual shelves, hoping the website was wrong and there were copies of the other new arrivals for me to check out and devour over the weekend. Finally, I go to the hold shelves and pick up my book.

Pride. Check.

Prejudice. Check.

Zombies. No check.

I raced all the way across town to pick up a copy of a book I already have? Without the extra ultra-cool zombie violence? Are you kidding me? Plus, what am I supposed to do? Go up to the checkout desk and complain about being given a classic of British literature?

Freaky people trying to shove straight Austen down other people's throats.