It's that time.

1. Sneezing multiple times doesn't hurt anymore but it feels weird.
2. My appt was awesome today. My blood pressure is back down to it's usual "barely alive" status.
3. I have lost 6 pounds- I'm sure it's muscle mass melting away into nothingness, but still. I'll say it was the kidney. HAH!

It's nasty hot and humid and melty. Usually I don't mind summer too much. This year I do. And all the fall catalogs are coming out. I'm starting to dream of fall, the cooler weather, the leaves turning, the smells, the feeling. It's coming soon enough, I know, but boy...that first fire in the fireplace, the windows being open all day....
that being said, CJ and Chuckie just came in, and they smell heavenly. They smell like clean fresh air. They are both very sweaty.

Today when I went to the U by myself, I parked in the wrong ramp which added a couple of blocks to my walk. That was fine. Got there, had my appt, and left, and couldn't find the ramp. Great. That added a couple more blocks. I got a DQ to comfort myself. Then I did find it (and I felt very accomplished but was wearing down) and to my dismay, the elevator was on the other side. So...I climbed 4 flights of stairs. It all sounds like nothing, but man, I hit the wall after all that. I was whiny and cry-y right til I fell asleep at 4. I got up at 4:30 to clean up so Cullen wouldn't freak and start dinner. He came home and took over (BLESS HIM!), Mom dropped off some friendship bread, and I'm parked on the couch again.

Tomorrow my first baby turns 9 years old.
My sweet, sweet first baby.....I will never forget rocking him in the middle of the night when he was 3 months old, and knowing beyond anything that I KNOW HIM. I know him, know and recognize his soul. I miss baby CJ. I feel sad about every single time I've been frustrated by him, gotten loud with him, impatient with him. I love him to pieces. In fact, I'm done talking to you about him so I can tickle his back.