Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A bright sun shining on the white garage across the road.  I'm getting another respiratory thing. I hope not.  But all this with Luke.  And I'm not getting enough sleep.  I pray that I can stop it before it gets a hold on me.  

We go to Dr K's early for me.  I have to give up most of my a.m. shedule,  but I'm supporting Luke to do what he must do for his health.  So. . . . it's worth it.  Even though he needs to hurry home,  he stops to get me a chai latte from --where else?-- yes,  Starbucks my fav.  I drink the warm tea tasting of cinnamon and yummy spices.  And I feel content.  Even with the puzzle of Luke's health on my mind.

At home,  I eat a fast breakfast.  My nose is running.  I take more Umcka but it doesn't help.  Sleep.  I need more sleep.  My future film maker,  David ,  is coming.  I'm just ready when the door bell rings.  

We talk and get to know each other.  In the midst of it all,  I take a call from Becky.  She had an M.D.  apointment and I wanted to know how she was.  Then the Swann's guy came.  One of my fav people.  Such a caring, sweet guy.  He's going to another route.  That bums me out.  But we'll see,  maybe the new guy will be nice in some other ways.  

The apointment with David moves on.  I see his documentary and hear the story of how and why he did it.  He does beautiful camera work and has an artistic feeling for music.  I'm feeling the connection.  And he does to.  even though he's involved in a few other projects,  he wants to do this.  He gets it.  So we've got our film maker.  Now we need a few thousand $$$ for a high def camera.  His other equipment rocks.  

I get ready for N.M.  I'm feeling worse.  Nose running.  Throat sore.  I take more Uncka and move along.  About 7:00 p.m.  I'm done for the day.  MKate sees me fading and sends me home.  If N.M. were busy,  I would tough it out , but it's after sale slow.  

I know I'm not up for cooking tonight.  Hello Boston Chicken.  Good old Boston Chicken just a few blocks away.  I head for home with warm dinner in a bag.  

I don't think I'm up for B town,  and I know that they don't need me spreading the germs. I'm so disappointed.

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