Although I am on the new med, it will take weeks to kick in, I was told, and so it was that after my morning stretches and a cold breakfast (I won’t give up cereal and milk), I was freezing and went back to bed with a comforter, a fleece throw and a wool blanket and a heating pad turned up to high. And it was a good half hour before I stopped shivering.

When I got up, I was somewhat warmer, my core temp had shot up to 96.6 and I felt I was approaching a human condition. Ed was watching Saturday movies (translation: teen audiences welcome). He was jumping back and forth between “Starship Troopers", based on a Heinlein novel (shame on you Bob), concerning itself with giant SPIDER INSECT INVADERS (sample dialogue: “The only good bug is a dead bug,” and “Shoot anything with more than two legs!!”) sentiments I have often expressed here in SW Florida), and a Lee Marvin Western, “The Professionals”. Leonard Maltin gave the sci fi movie 3 ½ stars, confirming my view of him as alternately clueless or terminally adolescent.

Well, I slept through the art class. This week because of overbooking at the park’s class building, Stan was holding the class at his rental house, a 10 minute walk from me. We were to bring our own folding chair and something to put our huge art pad on. Our folding chairs are upholstered. I don’t have a portable easel-type thingy. The project seemed insurmountable, since it would mean having Ed drive me and picking me up, instead of just ambling over there with a few rolled up newsprint sheets under my arm. I have it on good authority, however, after a consultation with my inner artist, that I wouldn’t have gone anyway.

Now I can get myself outside and take an afternoon walk, do-able because it is only 70 degrees, or bike and I am going to dress and flip a coin.

Meanwhile, Ed has to take the car to an auto shop tomorrow because it is leaking transmission fluid and will require $$$ to get it fixed. He is not happy.

xx, to all you out there, Teal