Gloomy Day

Gloomy, gloomy morning.  I did NOT want to get out of bed this morning.  When I told that to Owen, who had come upstairs to wake me up, he tipped his head and said in a sing-song voice, "weeelllllll, if you were sick I'd let you stay home but you're not." 

Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

Not the kind of day you want to spend at the cancer center but that's where we're off to this afternoon.  I washed my hair and left it down...and wore one of my favorite shirts....as though those things will bring us luck.  We see the oncologist today so we'll find out what Ernie's psa is.  He's always very confident.  Me?  I'm always a nervous wreck.  I think I get more nervous as time goes on instead of the other way around. Then we see a doctor about a cyst on his back.  Good Lord.  As I told Ernie, I always he would age really well.  What is this shit?

I'm so ridiculously jealous of all my friend's pictures from Nashville's AMA week.  At least Owen let me off the hook for Math night last night so I got to watch David Olney.  David always makes me happy.

Here's a sad song by Rod Picott.  I'll probably be all cheerful and happy later today.