I had a doctor's appointment this morning that interfered with any idea of doing edits. I swear I'm not procrastinating, and intend to get with the program this weekend.
This led to starting my catch up work. I read the blogs I missed. Tried to work through Facebook, that sort of thing.
My appointment was to renew my blood pressure medication. They congratulated me for losing some weight, and I burst out laughing. Skipping all food for 48 hours and spending that much time in the bathroom will do that to you. My blood pressure is great, but they want me to try getting more potassium. I have no idea what that means or why. Hopefully it means eat more hotdogs or drink more beer.
I tried to hurry, I really did, because the dogs were unsupervised.
When I walked in there were pecans all chewed up on the dining room carpet. You couldn't help laughing. All three of them, Otto included, ran to meet me with a pecan in their mouths. Their little butts were just wiggling.
Many of the nuts were cracked and the nut meat was devoured. I blamed Otto, because I didn't think the girls could pull it off. When Old What's Her Face showed up she tossed them each one, and by golly the girls cracked them open like champs.
This small gunny sack of pecans has been on the floor of the pantry for about ten years. It isn't really a loss of any kind. I suspect we could have a pooping problem in our future, but after the week I already had, I guess I'm primed for it.
I started roughing out a post I'm supposed to contribute to another blog. It has bones, but needs fleshed out. I used my Apple Pencil to do some photo manipulation to accompany the post. I'll probably deliver it next week sometime. Baby steps, but they count.
Honestly, I'm in a pretty good position to get some things done. We're going to hang out together tomorrow, and I'd like to see either Pirates, Wonder Woman, or in distant third The Mummy.
I have the house to myself Sunday, and want to finish those edits. I may get a small portion of it done tomorrow to make Sunday more of a sure thing.
I'm still trying to play it safe around food, but braved a few scrambled eggs today with my fresh morels in them. Made me run for the bathroom before I could eat them all. I finished, after I finished, if you know what I mean. I think that will be all I try today.
Wouldn't it be poetic if getting more potassium means I'm supposed to eat those pecans, and the puppies knew it all along?
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