So, I saw Dr. Slice and Dice on Tuesday...

He thinks I'm doing really well. He said, "Knee looks great, how was your holiday, hope you have a nice Christmas and see you the first week of January bye bye."

It actually took a little longer than that, and he was nice and full of personality. I was seriously out of there in less than a half hour, though.

I'm not complaining.

And he didn't do anything to hurt me/surprise me. This time.

So I count myself ahead.

World 0, Me, 1.

It seems to improve my outlook on life to actually sleep all night, go figure. I slept seven hours on Monday night. Well, let's see here. I actually slept 5.5 uninterrupted.

World, 0. Me, 2.

Then, I had this dream about being in an outhouse and peeing.
And peeing and peeing.
And then I still had to pee.
And I woke up and realized I needed to pee. And staggered out of bed, past the sleeping dog who snorted in disgust as I brushed up against her with my feet.

And made my dream a reality.

Funny how that works. When I was a kid, I used to dream of being in a bathroom and then wet the bed. I'm thinking that when I'm 90 and incontinent, people will blame my advanced age when it's really just that I dreamed bathroom dreams. And I'll be too senile (drooling down my chin) to tell 'em otherwise.

So you want to talk about drooling?

Henry Ford on a Pogo stick!

Lately, I have had to toss my pillowcases and pajama shirt in the hamper EVERY DAMN MORNING  because I am slobbering like a fuckin' St. Bernard in my sleep. I wake up with drool down my neck and in my hair and all over the fucking place. I have NO idea what the hell is up with that.

I guess when I finally do sleep, I'm sleeping in a very relaxed state? I do not know. But I'm washing a lot of shirts and pillowcases.

So I went back to sleep and my alarm actually went off to wake me up on Tuesday morning. That's unusual, I almost always start up out of sleep about 10 minutes before it goes off and lie there cursing to myself. Then I get up, turn off the backup alarm on Eric's side of the bed and stagger to the shower.

I guess being sleep depraved has the benefit of helping me sleep the following evening?

And let's see here. Things were going along swimmingly. Then I opened a frozen pizza box and got a nice paper cut on my finger. Could it have at least been the middle finger so I could hold it up and show people my owie?

No. Of course not. It is in the crease of my pinky so that every time I move my hand I can feel the thing pull open again.

World, 1. Me, 2.

Then, after I put the pizza in the oven, I sat down to catch up with email and blogs. And my cell phone rang.

It was Shanna*. My assistant.
Or I guess we should say FORMER assistant.

:::sigh:::

World, 2. Me, 2.

She found out that the site director at another school had quit, and asked for the job. And Georgia* told her yes.

She is an asset to my program, and I will miss having her.

I hope they give me someone with a brain. I don't have a problem training someone if I need to, but I really don't like stupid people... and our company has hired a few.

It's not exactly a high powered or high paying career move to sign on as a glorified babysitter, after all.

Let's see. What else?

I could tell you about the face!!

I was sitting in the bathroom in the 30 seconds I had before lunch was ready and it was time to eat/start getting ready to go back to work for the afternoon.

And there was someone looking at me from the garbage can.

And no.

Those are not poo dots and shame on you for even suggesting such a thing.
 

So right now, the world and I are tied.
Will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow!