Totally Tuesday

Feeling better all the way around. After working yesterday I think I made my doctor happy by heading home and propping the leg up and watching the news and reading. The dreams last night were quite vivid and colorful. One involving a house that was pressurized to keep the swimming pool in and then we broke the air lock. Not a clue what that all means. Also had a dash derby in Brooks Brothers! I have not been in that store in years. Seemed a lot of plaids and button down shirts were involved. I would like to blame it on drugs or something but cannot. My mind just went on a free for all.

Once home, I enjoyed a simple dinner last night of Turkey, Cranberry, Cream Cheese and Lettuce wraps. I had two and they were quite tasty and filling. Two Liters of Water and I called it good. As my activity level is down, there is no reason to be eating any more than I need too. All my social engagements from the weekend have been rescheduled including going to take care of the new lease this afternoon after work. Getting that out of the way will be a big plus for me. The packing is coming along quite nicely, but really did not get anything done this weekend. But I am so far ahead of the game right now, there is no worries on my part. Plus with Damon arriving in two weeks he can assist with any last minute stuff.

Have you heard of the book NO TOUCH MONKEY? My current read - here is a overview: Ayun Halliday (the author) may not make for the most sensible travel companion, but she is certainly one of the zaniest, with a knack for inserting herself (and her unwitting cohorts) into bizarre situations around the globe. Curator of kitsch and unabashed aficionada of pop culture, Halliday offers bemused, self-deprecating narration of events from guerilla theater in Romania to drug-induced Apocalypse Now reenactments in Vietnam to a perhaps more surreal collagen-implant demonstration at a Paris fashion show emceed by Lauren Bacall. From taming the wild dog packs of Bali to requiring the services of a bonesetter in Sumatra, Ayun Halliday offers up the best of her itinerant foibles as examples of how not to travel abroad. For instance, on layover in Amsterdam, Halliday finds unlikely trouble in the red-light district—eliciting the ire of a tiny, violent madam,—and is forced to explain tampons, which she admits, �might have looked like white cotton bullets lined up in their box,” to soldiers in Kashmir—�They’re for ladies. Bleeding ladies.” A self-admittedly bumbling vacationer, Halliday shares—with razorsharp wit and to hilarious effect—the travel stories most are too self-conscious to tell. I got it as a gift in the hospital last year and it has been on my get to pile. Quite fun.

The rains are trying to make a presence but it is not bad as of yet. They say the worst will be tomorrow. We shall see.