Gees I hate stitches!

It's sort of sunny but a whole lot colder today. But the winds are kindly blowing my yards leaves into my neighbor's yards so I'm happy! (Kidding!)

I had a small benign tumor removed from my arm yesterday. Not anything major but lots of stitches to reduce potential post-procedure bleeding because of being on blood thinners. While they were a little annoying last night... they're driving me batcrap now.

I can't reach them well, that of course frustrates me to no end. They are already to starting to itch and with my bad shoulder, I can't reach them easily.

Yay.

So it's ten days and counting before they come out. Of course, I do have one sterile suture removal kit left. I wonder if the neighbor lady is squeamish? Uh-oh... maybe I better go blow my leaves off her lawn!

Answered prayers, good thoughts and a calming...

Check up was great across the board...

Tears to decompress while in the parking lot...

Did you know you can hold your breath for an entire day?

Four more months until the next one...

So now?

I hope.

Some fall pictures before the wind and rain...

Only way to get picture without the clutter of guide wires... straight up and then weirdly cropped. but still pretty.

Mid-fall, road to our lake...

A tree near some property close to a friend's place...

another long night....

Tomorrow is cancer check up day...

Actually, a little later today is cancer check up day.

I can't sleep.

I call what I'm doing, "sharking" like a Great White I circle, moving with no purpose other than to simply move.

I walk from one room to the next, looking out the same window time and again.

I turn TV on. I turn it off.

I start a 'Things to do' list. I don't finish writing it, much less complete the tasks I've written down.

I hate this.

I am this.

After all this time, after all the battles fought, the battles won...

I wait.

I wait for that look, that brief flutter of the eyes before the words come....

"We need to do a scan...."

I fear that moment when the world stops.

I fear.

Can't we find a happy medium?

Cripes.

Yesterday was mostly sunny and not too cold & damp. Today? Rain, snow/rain mixture, gray, wet, and for me.... painful, painful, painful!

What are you gonna do?

Well, I spent the last couple nights burrowed deep in my bed covers with an electric blanket warming things nicely. (Those blankets are better than sliced bread!)

Getting out of bed however, was the end of feeling comfortable for the day. I finally turned my furnace on to chase away the worst of the inside chill. It got down to 46 in the house and that was just too damn cold!

I must admit, it has made showering easier. HA!

The weather guys are bantering about rain versus snow, low fronts, high fronts, cooling down, warming up... cripes. I just remember something I read years ago and it makes me think of it every time I hear the meteorologists speak.

"What is God's favorite TV comedy show?


The Weather Channel.

Well, there's no denying it now!

What I woke up to...

How it ended...

Yes... fall as indeed arrived in The-Almost-Great-White-North. Though I'm loathe to admit it, it was awfully pretty to look at.

It snowed all day... the near silent hiss upon the glass, watching the green leaves becoming heavy, bending under the very wet, heavy snow.

It did my heart good. Curled up in my chair... reading my book... sipping my coffee and every now and then glancing out at the snow and thinking, "It's just so pretty."

Obviously, I had not yet had enough coffee.

Then, I had to clean two inches of snow off my car. This was when I began to view this beauty in a whole other light. It weighed a ton, turned to complete slush when trying to push it off my car and all in all, it was just one big "plop-y" mess.

Yay.

Oh well, on the bright side, it didn't really stick to the sidewalks so I didn't have to shovel.

Yay!

It's a one dog night....

I just looked outside and saw my grass and flowers & plants covered with a rime of frost. It sparkles and looks rather magical... It was raining too so that just adds to the beauty.

Well, time to crawl back into the warmth of my bed, and go back to sleep. I'll probably look at this in the morning and go, "What the? Wait? How?"

Cripes.