Since I’m in the final stretch on the path to surgery, I’ve been tying up loose ends and getting my files and housekeeping in order. The house—and the occupants thereof—must be able to chug right along without me while I’m stuck in the hospital for a week or so. I’ve stocked the pantry. The case of Skitter’s wet food I ordered showed up on the front step. I’ve organized the face masks by color, so Suzanne can easily find matches for her office attire. I’ve loaded as much of my music as I can onto my phone, so I can lie there in the Huntsman Cancer Hospital and listen through the post-surgery pain and boredom. Heck, I even spent the better part of a day cleaning all the light switch plates and polishing every doorknob in the house. I don’t know why I felt like I had to polish the doorknobs. I just knew I’d feel like something was left undone if I didn’t do it.
Anyhoo… All of this prepping has worn me out. I found myself compelled to hang around in the candy aisle at the grocery store this morning, on a search for sugar energy. Here I am, wearing a cheap party Bow Tie o’ the Day. I am in my fave area of said candy aisle: the shelves o’ licorice. You’ll also note that I brought a lengthy sweet-tooth or two to the store with me, in the guise of my vampire Face Mask o’ the Day. 🦇