Tomorrow is a bike-commute day. Predicted high temp: 53*F. At the time of my commute: 40-something. Wind-chill factor: 30-something. Cloudy but not raining.
Main issue: Stay warm. I can do that.
Today I got up to feed the livestock at 8, then worked till 10 spreading mulch, then ran with Journey from 10:30 till 11:25, then showered/shampooed, made and ate homemade chicken-noodle soup and was on the road to daycare at 12:50, handling toddlers and all their issues (poop, toys, snacks, fights, biting) till 6:00. Stopped at the supermarket and bought steak and wine, came home and enjoyed both watching American Idol, checking in with my classical-cellist-turned-country-fiddler mom by phone about who was good and who was lousy. Called granddaughter Abbie and talked about her baby sister, expected birth date May 22, 2008, whom Abbie refers to by name as Sarah as if there were no question, Sarah is already her sister, she just hasn't come out of Mommy yet. They'd better name that baby Sarah.
My mother is much better. Still doing her 4 X day nebulizer treatments with Pulmo-Cort and Albuterol. Bronchitis takes a long time to get over, especially when you're pushing 90.
I told her also to make sure she drinks more water (6 oz. per hour), eats green and/or orange vegetables with her microwave meals, and since she's feeling so much better, it's time to start walking on her treadmill again, starting with 2 minutes a couple times a day.
Yeah, my almost-87-yr-old mother has a dreadmill. Wish I had one.
What else? Oh, yeah, I'm being harrassed at work to produce my high-school diploma, which is (I think) in a safe-deposit box in a bank in Maryland. I'll give them a copy of my R.N. license .... normally, you're not given an R.N. license unless you've finished high school.
It's the first time since June 2, 1969 that I've been asked to produce a high-school diploma for employment. I feel affronted.
I'm going to bed. I drank too much port to care about much of anything.