It is dark as ink outside and yet, I'm up. Mr. Moon is already out of the door to go to the gym. He is like that Nike commercial- Just Do It.
Me, I'm like a, well, it's too early to think. But I am definitely not a Just Do It sort of girl. I'm a waffler, a drama queen, a preparer, a procrastinator, a no, no, no, I can't do it sort of woman.
I'm a stay-very-still-in-the-sheets until the last second sort of person. Not a jump-up-and-get-it-done sort of person.
Another doctor today, but this one Kathleen's surgeon. We go up to Thomasville so he can take out her stitches, check to see that the incision sites are all clean and not infected. I talked to her yesterday and she is not feeling very well. This last chemo kicked her ass. She's taking it easy, though, resting. Trying to eat. Taking her nausea medication, doing her best. She's such a reminder of how strong humans can be. She puts me to shame, she does.
The sky is lightening. Elvis is crowing in the hen house. I need to go take a shower, get dressed, go let the chickens out into the coop, get on the road.
The dogs are lying at my feet, Buster on a pillow which has fallen to the floor, his head tucked into his legs.
This chilly day has begun and here we go.
Happy Friday, y'all.