Life just keep rolling along, doesn't it?
Here it is six thirty in the morning and I'm up and on my second cup of coffee because my mother had an injection in her eye the other day and it might have gone wonky.
Yeah, I know. Weird.
She has macular degeneration and the treatment is these eye injections and she's been getting them with good results for years but after the one she got day before yesterday, her eye swelled up and started ooking (yes, that's a word!) and so I'm taking her back in this morning at eight.
I know. I'm such a good daughter.
In other news-you-need, my iPhone (I almost wrote eye-Phone) came to me yesterday. Hey Freddy- if you're reading this- I need a tutorial! Come help out your old other-mom. No, not really. I'm figuring things out. Having a hard time getting on to my home internet, though. I keep tapping that stupid-doody-head passcode in it and it says I'm on but then I'm not. And of course, for some reason, getting cell phone reception in this 152 year old house is impossible. Which makes perfect sense to me. It's going to be a while before I can text reliably. I don't have tiny Barbie fingers. I know it can be done. I'm just not there yet.
Well, it's still dark as the inside of a demon's heart and Elvis wants out of the roost for some reason and Mr. Moon has already gone off to the gym and I need to eat something and get on the road to Tallahassee.
Here we go. Rolling along.
Yo, Dog. It's early. (See- I'm going to start being all gangsta and shit now that I have an iPhone. I have no idea why. Give me a break. I'm old.)