Whip It, Nicole! Whip It Good!

Poor Jack. He had to get off the bed when I made it and just as he'd settled on the swing porch to watch the yard, I came out with a broom to sweep the leaves off. He was not amused. 

I had another appointment today with the massage therapist who works on specific areas of the body and today it was my hip. It is the kind of massage work where the phrase, "Let me know if it gets too intense," was used frequently. Lots of pressure on certain points to try to get things to release and relax and I am sure it will have helped but this evening I just feel sore and almost pre-flu-like which is exactly how I felt last time so I guess that's the way it is.  

I'm feeling rather flat and down altogether today and I am sure that most of it is because Glen's leaving at four tomorrow morning and has spent the day very cheerfully packing. I will be absolutely fine and am looking forward to getting back to playing around on the piano and I've already bought some salmon, some tuna, and some cauliflower. I just kinda like the guy, you know? I'm used to having him around, I guess. When Covid started and we were all hunkering down in our houses I really wondered how we'd manage because for our entire life together he'd gone to work every week day but I was surprised to find that instead of growing weary of having him around, it was instead a time of growing affection. 
I am so grateful for that. 
And I think that my emotions are a bit overworked from the weekend I just had and I'm already in a little bit of a crash so there's that. 

And just to add to the fun, I have a dentist appointment on Wednesday, and appointments on Thursday to get a mammogram and a bone density test. None of these are horribly anxiety-producing for me but they do rouse a certain bit of agita in my soul. 
Of course the cherry on top of the cowgirl as Tom Robbins once said, is that by the end of the week we are most likely going to be getting a tropical storm. I keep watching for updates from my favorite absolutely non-fear-mongering meteorologist and he does seem to feel that we will be getting something. He's usually so good about advising  us not to panic and reminding us of how things can change so quickly but I guess things are stable enough in the areas surrounding the building storm that predictions are more apt to be accurate than they usually are. 

It would appear that the storm will hit Florida twice, first on the east coast and then it will whip around in the Gulf and hit us again, right in the Big Bend area, but hey! Who really knows? Right? 
I'm slightly concerned. That is all. It's also concerning that Jessie and Vergil and the boys are going to be in Central Florida starting on Wednesday. Vergil's got a business thing in Orlando and then they're going to Lego Land in Winter Haven. Levon's birthday is Wednesday and this is the big event. 

Oh, it's all going to be fine. 

But I suppose when I put all of this together in my head, it adds up to some discomfort and I need to just go with it all and not be such a Chicken Little. "Face it" and "sit with it" as they say. 
And as I always say- who the hell is they and what do they know about the inside of my crazy head? 
Nothing. That's what. 

Off to go cook my husband some good southern food before he leaves for the Great North. Snapper that he caught, cole slaw, cornbread. Like that. I have eaten so much good seafood lately and I am not in the least tired of it. 

All will be well and all will be very well or however that saying goes and at least we may get some real rain which we so dearly need.

Be back tomorrow.

Love...Ms. Moon