I spent a lot of time thinking about what I'd put on it. I've also spent a lot of time thinking about what NOT to put on it. You won't see the latter here. :-)
I keep thinking about Fuzzball. She was my bichon frise. Fuzzball was my constant companion for the last decade-and-a-half. I lived my life around her, and three weeks ago she died.
I am also terrified about my upcoming biopsy next Thursday. At best the doctor will be aspirating (draining) a cyst; at worst she'll be taking a "core sample" of what is likely to be cancer. Me, scared? Yup. Right now the worst part of it is I'm not allowed to take Ibuprofen or aspirin for the next week. This means I'm stuck suffering with my killer sinus headaches (OW!). :-(
My boyfriend, Warren, is a godsend. I don't know how I'd be holding myself together were it not for him. Warren just found out today he has to go in for a battery of tests. He might have to have surgery, possibly in Los Angeles. This would be really cool were we not Silicon Valley residents living around 5.5 hours away by car from LA. I've told Warren I'll just rack up lots of Frequent Flyer miles.
Warren is edgy about throwing a puppy into all this. I feel I'd do better if I had a puppy while recuperating (I'd be home to teach her stuff!), and I know me well enough to know I'd find a way to include the puppy in runs to and from LA.
I am still recovering from Loscon 28. They treated me very well. Sometimes we GOHs couldn't tell whether we were "working" or at a spa! After the con...well...to quote an old commercial campaign, "You've just been GOH at a major regional con. What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to DISNEYLAND!"
We did. Pat and Carolyn (Writer GOH and friend/co-author) and Warren and I went to the main park Monday. There's a photo I need to scan in of Pat, Carolyn, and me on Space Mountain. I've seen the ride with the lights on (they had to stop it midway once while I was on it), and it showed in the photo. Pat and Carolyn look like they're on a rollercoaster; I look like I'm going to a massage and was edited into the photo.
Tomorrow I have a make-up class of wood shop. I plan on finishing my TV tray tables. It's a simple project, but I'm doing it on the fly to show what I've learned over the years. The Mountain View-Los Altos High School wood shop is being dismantled after this session, so I feel a special duty to show the teacher how much I've learned from him over the many years I've been taking shop with him. He's seen my lathework; now he gets to see me design and implement something on my own. I'm designing the tables as I go just to show I can. All I have to do is finish sanding the leg edges, glue/screw on the stops and guides, and buy and install bolts, nuts, and washers for the leg hinges. I love woodworking because I can engage in all kinds of nifty, violent actions, get out my frustrations, and come out with something nice in the end.
Meanwhile, it's about an hour till HBFD -- the Hot Bunch For Dinner. I've been doing Friday night dinners with a particular group of people I met through a BBS for over ten years. Every week we go to a place that serves hot, spicy food. Tonight it's Burmese. My sore throat is joyfully anticipating the light and tasty hot and sour soup with shrimp and that weird Burmese vegetable the owner grows in his own garden because you can't get it here. My taste buds and digestive tract are gleefully anticipating the ginger salad. My sinuses are looking forward to all that plus the yummy main courses. Hopefully I'll be able to breathe easier -- literally -- after dinner. At worst, the capsicum high will leave me aglow. :-)