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Not sure what to write about, but I’ll just keep typing until something comes up.

Had a really good day. Hardly any pain, which is a first in several months. On scale from 1 to 10, with 10 sucking the life out of a welcomed newborn, I’d say it was a .5. Perhaps it was due to the new blog, the double-dose of anti-anxiety pills this early morning, the I’m-so-pissed-off-at-you chat with God, the 1.5 hour massage, the dye job on my new red/brown hair, the low to no fluctuation in the barometer (thank you Sweet Baby Jesus), the pedicure, the facial, the soul-cleansing talk with my friend (where he really listened to me because I demanded that he do so), or even the rarity of the sun—whatever it was—I’ll take it. Damn, it feels so good to get some relief. And right before surgery. Can I get an “Ahhhhhhmmmmmennnn!”?

I picked up the dog after all that and brought her to the kennel. She didn’t want to go inside, so I had to coax her with her stuffed squirrel. For a brief time, I felt guilty, and then I let that go. (Almost a week without having to take care of her will be a welcomed respite for not only me but the cat, too, who’s lost several pounds from constantly being hunted and then chased. Poor Buddy. He’s 14 and has survived three dogs.) There’s one gal who adores Eowyn. “Ooh, she’s here!” Eowyn’s response is to squat and pee. I kissed Eowyn on the bridge of her nose and promised that good things were going to happen. She didn’t seem to believe me, so she straightened her legs and had to be drug to the kennel. The technician told me that she settled in by laying on top of her squirrel.

My final act of wrapping things up was to quickly enter Walmart and buy a raised toilet seat. Sorry friends, but that place scares the crap out of me. Have you been to the People of Walmart site? I will tell you this…they’re out there and they're real and they do live in Iowa. I parked in the closest handicapped spot, weebled my way in, grabbed my new potty, and checked out. All in record time. I didn’t look anyone in the eyes. Although, on the way out, I did walk behind a family of four who looked like they could have starred in another remake of The Hills Have Eyes. 

Well, that's it for now. I don't have a witty close for today's entry. So, I'll leave it at that.