Is It Bedtime Yet?

I thought I had skin cancer this morning but it was another tick. An extremely common mistake, I'm sure. I pulled that damn thing from where it had made a nice warm home in the bend of my knee and it made an audible pop coming out.
It may be somewhat cooler but the torment has not let up much. I still break out in new poison ivy rashes and I have no idea where I'm getting them and the mosquitoes still make it impossible to take the boys outside and I told Mr. Moon last night that the thing I am looking forward to most about fall is the cessation of itching.
I think I may have said, "I'm sick of this fucking itching all the fucking goddam time!"

He nodded. He's got all the same things going on. We all do.

And now there's some damn virus going around and everyone is snuffling and complaining of sinus drainage and burning throats and coughing and mild body aches and you know? It's just time for a break. I know it's coming. The pecan leaves are falling, rusty brown and my neighbor's sasanqua is dropping pink blossom petals and the Confederate Rose is budding up for that annual explosion of Pepto-pink and I think I may have mentioned all of this already but dammit, my brain is tired and so am I.

Just tired.

It happens. Luckily, we get to go to bed and sleep at least once a day. Phew. Thank god for that, right?

I finally finished that Stephen King novel. All fifty-nine million pages of it. Okay, really only 800 and something. Here's what I learned:
Do not time travel. It fucks things up.
Really. It has something to do with strings and harmonics. Maybe. Who knows? Not me and not Stephen King either but it was a pretty interesting yarn as we used to say back when the earth was still cooling.

I went to the library to return the King novel and look for that book by Guranatana on mindfulness but did our library system have that book? No. It did not. I got another book by him, though, a biography of someone. I think. Maybe some wisdom will rub off on me anyway. We shall see. Owen and Gibson and Lily went with me to the library. While we were there, we rode the elegator for fun. That's what Owen calls the elevator. Or maybe it's more like elevagator. Not sure. We went up all three stories and then we came down and then I checked out my books. That was my big adventure for the day. Well, that and finding a small inch worm or caterpillar on my leg while I was driving that looked as if it had been designed by Dr. Seuss. It was cute. But I didn't especially want it on my leg. I carefully removed it with a napkin but when I went to release it, the Seussian creature had disappeared. It's no doubt still in my car.

So right now my throat is feeling burny and I'm so tired and my body is aching some but it's all okay. I have some venison meatballs simmering in a nice sauce all full of vegetables to go over spaghetti and a hothouse cucumber that would have made me blush to buy if I had one iota of shame in me about such things but I don't. We'll eat our supper and I might be in bed by nine. It could happen. I have no shame about that, either.

It's been an okay day and the boys are coming back tomorrow and Owen has promised to bring his new blue snake that I bought him at the library giftshop for 22 cents. That'll be good.

I hate that saying, "It's all good," because that's bullshit- it is definitely NOT all good but today I'd say it's all good and I mean it. Not anything completely spectacular or anything but definitely good and it was a tick, not skin cancer which is really, REALLY good.

Let's all get some sleep tonight, okay, y'all?

Love...Ms. Moon