Tuesday evening post-snowpocalypse

[rolanni]

Welp, that ain't nine inches. Or even six. More like, oh, inch-and-three-quarter? Maybe two? I feel pretty comfortable saying that Physical Therapy tomorrow morning at 8 is a go.

While I'm out tomorrow, I should probably stop at the grocery store, which means I should probably make a list this evening.

Right after I serve Coon Cat Happy Hour. And pour myself a glass of wine.

No progress made on glass today --- it was words all the way down. You will also notice the lack of a wordcount. This would be because the WIP is currently in about half-a-dozen pieces and God She knows how many words -- or whole sentences! -- are sneaking out for a drink when I'm not looking.

Tomorrow, after PT and grocery shopping, I'll be settling down to write until Saturday morning when I'll be driving to Brunswick to have an MRI. Or maybe TWO MRIs. My PCP's office seems confused on this point. I do need two MRIs, and the information I've received from the PCP's office is that they are helpless to add the second MRI to the Saturday appointment, but! If I ask the folks at the hospital nicely on Saturday, they're sure to do the second one on my say-so, because it's "in the system."

Yes, yes, it is a variation on the Secretarial Nightmare: "Call this number and tell the guy who answers this. He'll know what it means."

SPOILER: He never knows what it means.

So, Saturday's looking to be fun.

Local peeps! Where's good to eat in Brunswick on Saturday? I've only ever eaten at The Great Impasta, which is fine, but I'm feeling like I should branch out. Oh, no, I'm wrong. I've also eaten in the Bowdoin College cafeteria, but I don't think that'll be an option on Saturday.

With all that said! Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.