RING!! It was 9:01 Saturday morning. “hullo,” I said, half awake and also trying to be as dramatic about it as possible. “Oh! Did I wake you?!” asked my mother. She was cheerfully driving through an ice storm, because in Michigan an ice storm is just part of your day. “yes,” I said, striving for …

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The sun is shining right onto my hands as I type, and they look 700 years old. When did my HANDS get old? Yeesch. Anyway, I’m not doing well. I know I have an ovarian cyst, and that those are common and usually benign, but of course I’ve gotten myself into the “What if it …

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I know I never write you on Sunday, but once Christmas was over, I kept thinking it was the weekend so I didn’t write and about 3 p.m. each weekday after Christmas I’d think, ding dang it, I forgot to blog because I thought it was the weekend and the next day I’d do it …

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If I could just have 14 fekking seconds where I’m not doing something between 8 a.m. and 10 p.m., I could write you. That reminds me: Speaking of doing things, last night I saw my trainer, who has decorated her gym for Christmas, which kills me. Anyway, she said when she was a kid she …

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Last night I got home from work, had a smackerel for dinner, and really, really wanted to stay inside where it was warm and my new/old couch was comfy, to catch up on Call the Midwife, as if I haven’t watched 700 episodes of it this week already. I can’t believe they killed off Barbara. …

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Would you like to know one of my favorite things? Sometimes, at night, I am wide awake. WIDE AWAKE. It’ll be 11:00 and like Bono I’m over there, WIDE AWAKE! WIDE AWAAAAKE! I’m not sleeping. But I force myself to go to bed anyway, as my alarm goes off at 6:35 a.m. 5:35 if I …

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