Just Bite The Damn Pepper

Wow. It's already been a long, long day. But, not a bad one. Not too bad at all.
I'm looking at things like this- whenever I start to feel panicky about Kathleen, I switch over to thinking about Mr. Moon's infected toe and then when I start to feel too panicky about that, I switch over to thinking about Kathleen.
In between I think about Owen and how much I miss him, Jessie and her trip tomorrow to North Carolina for the Swanannanoa Gathering, and then the rest of my children (because when I am in anxious-mode I have to be anxious about them too because, well, I just fucking do) and oh yes, what we'll be eating for supper tonight which is venison cube steak with portabella mushrooms and mashed potatoes.

Can I have a martini yet?

No. I cannot.

We woke up this morning to a flat-out beautiful day. Cooler and less humid than it's been in months and Kathleen was up and looking beautiful and amazingly cheerful and Mr. Moon was up and sitting in his chair looking somewhat worried and Jessie was still asleep upstairs. She heard about things going on here and had to come over after work to spend the night to make sure our world didn't spin out of control without her in it.
And thank god she did because our world did NOT spin out of control.
Phew. Bless our mean Jessie.

So I did what I do which is to keep people hydrated and fed. There were smoothies and cheese and egg sandwiches and tea and coffee and muffins and blackberry preserves.
Sweetie came and got Kathleen and took her back to her house and Jessie and I hovered over Mr. Moon's foot. By eleven I was totally focused on freaking about IT and so we called the doctor and he sent us to an Urgent Care place and they gave him a shot and a different 'script for antibiotics (that makes four kinds in all if you count the shot). One of the nurses also gave me a male urinal when I joked that the only thing I couldn't do for Mr. Moon was to pee for him. I told her that really, I didn't need one, but she insisted so I took the damn thing.
Why not!
It was free!

And within an hour, the toe was feeling so much better and now it's even LOOKING better and we're going back tomorrow to follow up. I mean this is a serious infection, folks. The kind that before antibiotics would probably have ended up being deadly. Mr. Moon's grandfather died after getting an infection in his foot back in the olden days in Bug Tussle, Tennessee.
I did not make that up, either.

Kathleen had lost her wallet so I was looking everywhere for it but then she found it IN HER PURSE in a zippered compartment which she had not known was there. In her defense, it is a new purse, Sweetie had put he wallet back in the purse yesterday, AND SHE'D JUST FOUND OUT SHE HAD CANCER!
I mean really. Give the girl a break. None of us had the brain power to figure out a screw top by the time yesterday's torture session at the hospital was over. Believe me.

So okay, I can still joke, I'm all right. I am. And I'm trying to not to prod myself into any more anxiety than I need to feel. I'm grateful I get to take care of my loves. Kathleen's home now but will come back tonight and it makes me just feel so needed to know she wants to sleep here. And damn. I NEED to feel needed.
And Mr. Moon lets me bring him yummies to eat and drink and hell, I'd even tote the urinal if he wanted.

And I know that really everything is fine because I have all this love around me. My kids who keep checking in and Kathleen and all of the people who love her and all of YOU, and I know we're going to get through all of this just fine.

That pepper up there? That very large jalapeno? Well, we grew it, it was in a bowl on the kitchen island, and my dog Buster got up there, grabbed it and took to the library rug which is where he eats his contraband food and ATE THAT MUCH OF IT!
HE'S A DOG, PEOPLE!
And not even a Mexican chihuahua. He's a poodle-mutt who loves vegetables.
So look- we're a bit strange here at Casa Luna but dammit! WE ARE NOT AFRAID TO BITE THE PEPPER!

Or something like that.

Have a lovely evening.
Love....Ms. Moon