And Then...

Oh guys. I know you must be so tired of my daily wah-wahs and up-to-the-minute health reports although quite frankly they’re probably as interesting as anything I’ve written since the pandemic began or maybe before. 

My material is a little slim these days although I have plenty to say about “The Office” if you’d like to hear it. 

Any hands? You! There in the back! Do YOU want to bear about Jan’s breast implants or Ryan’s promotion or the quintessentially creepy romance between Angela and Dwight?

No? 

Okay. Well then. 

Moving on. 

I seem to be detecting a pattern in my days of healing which consists of one pretty darn good day followed by a ho-hum  one. Today was a ho-hum one. Nothing bad. Not too much pain. I just got worn out quickly. I did a few kitchen things this morning. I scrubbed a sink and made Mr. Moon a sandwich to take into town with him. He had some office work to do. And honestly- not much more than that. Jessie came out with a gorgeous shepherd’s pie that we can bake and a few more birthday treaties including a large bottle of my favorite beer (or is it an ale?), the aptly named Fin du Monde which means end of the world. 

The boys stayed in their car seats and Levon was asleep when they got here so I visited with August and kissed his toe. They actually left but a few minutes later they came back because Levon woke up and was so sad that he hadn’t seen me so I went back outside and kissed his toe and had a conversation with him and gave out chocolate. 

Jessie and I got to talk a little bit but not nearly enough. 

Still, it was great to see them. 

Then Maurice and I watched some more Office or at least I did. She napped mostly and growled whenever I had the audacity to move. 

She’s not JUST the night nurse, you know. 

And then I got a call from a guy at Computer Doctor where they were transferring my files to the new MacBook. He said all was going well but it would not be finished by five and they’re not open on Saturdays and so guess who’s writing this on her phone?

Besides that, I just did not make the right purchase. I went for the smallest, least expensive MacBook available and it is really quite small both in screen size and in storage size and it turns out that one can return an Apple product within 14 days of delivery or, actually 45 days now due to Covid, and I am going to do that and be an entitled bitch and go for a bigger one. With more storage. 

I called Apple and this time I spoke to an extremely nice guy named Michael who was in South Texas and I’ve already gotten an email with the mailing labels to return the one I bought. 

I have to say that Apple’s customer support is and always has been top notch in my experience. Tech support too. 

So. That. 

Guess what else I did today? 

I made hummingbird nectar and put it in the clean feeder and very, very carefully hung it. It was strange, recreating the same exact actions which led to a very defining line between before and after in my little life.  

So no pictures today or in the foreseeable future either. 

I sure hope nothing of incredible photographic importance happens between now and whenever it is that I get my new, NEW MacBook. 

Keep hunkering down, y’all. This thing’s butt is far from kicked. 

Happy Friday. 

Love...Ms. Moon