I was born on a Wednesday and I hope it went better than today’s going. The weather’s pretty crummy and I seem to be under it. 

It’s storming outside, a grey and chilly prelude to winter and inside I woke up with a cold this morning and a sore throat. This just after thanking my lucky stars yesterday that I wasn’t sick because I’m taking off for Dallas tomorrow to spend time with a friend and see her environs for the first time. That includes meeting people and seeming perky.

Then on top of the cold and sore throat I managed to take a piece of my finger off yesterday shutting my tool box. Being a closet handygirl, obviously not so handy, I wrenched my finger out of the hard plastic tool box when it slammed on it, and managed to leave a bit there. The bleeding’s stopped, but I can barely bear to look at it under the band-aid. 

So heading to the airport tomorrow there’ll be slightly less of me (skin on finger) and slightly more of me (stuffed head). It’s times like these I think: Isn’t diabetes enough? And it’s times like this I try to tell myself, I still have so much to be thankful for – family, friends, work, home, hobbies (will have to rethink that one). 

After all, tomorrow will be Thursday and Thursday’s child has far to go which makes perfect sense since I’ll be going to Dallas and then it will be Friday and  Friday’s child is loving and giving. I think I’ll stop while I’m ahead.