Hey!!! Yes, it's Monday morning. Yes, I just got off of work. Yes, I'm not in bed, sleeping. Ask me why. Go ahead, ask. Hello? Is this thing on?
I don't KNOW why! And I'm drinking real coffee!
Let's play a little game, shall we? It's called, "Let's See How Long the Good Flea Can Stay Awake Before Passing Out Face First on the Floor". I can't remember the last time I played that game, but I think it was a fun one. I don't think I was 40, though. We'll see how much that changes the game and its outcome.
Seriously? I was doing a patient's vitals this morning and she fell into my arms. Low blood pressure. From the heat yesterday. Did I tell you it was 104? It really was. And she'd been out in it. She's fine. Just wasn't prepared for Oklahoma's heat, being from a state far north of here and all.
So now my adrenaline's pumping. I came home and watered the front garden, because, you know, my pretty flowers are more important than those gross tomatoes in the backyard. Ew. And I know that there is a large bowl worth of tomatoes to pick out there. There is nearly every morning now. I'm going to attempt to scald, peel, seed and puree all those lovely Romas today. Wanna see the ones I brought in over the weekend (that I haven't already given away)?
I'm sorry. Were you talking to me? Am I rambling again? Time to pick tomatoes and walk it off.
Until I write again ...