Got the results back, when I nipped out at 10:30 to see if I could snag a burger at the In N Out which just opened a mile or so away. (I could, and I did.)
Everything is normal, including the mammogram, except for my Vitamin D level, which is just a tad low: 28 as opposed to the 30 - 100 she would like to see. So tomorrow on the way to work, I will pick up a bottle of Vitamin D supplements (2,000IU).
Lots of lovely naps yesterday, and reasonably good sleep last night. Minimal but acceptable knitting progress. A couple of podcasts listened-to, another one considered but rejected; MovieMom is crazy about it, but of the five episodes listed on iTunes, two were marked explicit. Glad for the warning, and am taking a pass.
My theoretically possible future mother-in-law is heading home later this week. The new guy is planning to join me on Saturday to run the gauntlet with my ward at our temple session. This fills me with glee.
As opposed to Glee. One of my Facebook friends, the lively and generally intelligent spouse of a good friend of the spouse of one of my kids [I am trying to avoid apostrophes today], posted that her six year old daughter recognized a song from Ella Enchanted as something she had heard on Glee. My horrified reaction was, you let your child watch that show? Really? I toned it down considerably in my response. At least, I hope I did.
This is the part where I get off the computer and put my bag together for church. And then put myself together for church. Wish me luck.
Oh, before I forget, I have no idea whether the other remaining petri dish witnessed the new guy getting his storage containers from my car after the temple session on Wednesday. Presumably, he is feeding her well, as well, and rotating leftovers and storage containers with her. Whatever else is on his plate this coming week, literally or metaphorically, the plan is to spend some time with me on Saturday, serving in the House of the Lord, and then have lunch together afterward. Preferably without the rest of my beloved church family. I have not had uninterrupted quiet time with him since we went fishing in April. [I am sure not counting the time we spent talking in his hospital room in June!]
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!