November 1. A new month. A new decade, week, month as a 40+ year old.
Having the FIRST fall on a MONDAY just seems so ORDERLY.
I don't need to write anything about Halloween yesterday except to tell you we hauled a donated couch from our garage to our driveway for a "living room" effect.
We had a fireplace.
A sofa table.
And chili.
And neighbors.
A lovely night "in yet out."
Today I finally got that 'roid" shot that is purportedly for my nose.
But, because I've also pulled a ligament in my tummy AND am suffering from sore knees, a MEAN sore injection site and a crampy stomach from what I'm sure is NOT all the Reese's cups I ate last night, I'm hoping the "juice" has a magic elixir effect and just cures all my 41 year old ills. Because my nose is no worse for the wear, but my core is the PITS.
The lovely lunch I had today w/ lady friends went a LONG way to fixing my hurts. I knew before we were seated, I wanted something w/ "gravy." It was quite possibly the BEST meal to come from a restaurant kitchen and NOT just because it wasn't dusted w/ cilantro in a restaurant that does LOVE its cilantro. And they'll "chicken fry" anything. Says so right there on the menu. Our waiter was John. He was precious.
Mama and Axe come tomorrow and that'll help.
They'll bring presents and I'll be good as new.
