Weekend's End

End of the weekend and I have to return to work in the morning. I hate it when that happens!!!

Not only that but I have two doctor appointments after work. I really hate it when that happens!!! Though it's probably the first time it's happened for me. For one of the doctors, last week the nurse's parting words were: "Your next appointment might be the last time we see you." She meant that in referring to the sore on my calf nearly being healed. (I hope.) That was mentioned a time or two by the doctor himself. So as much as I don't want to go in, I'm really hoping to exchange thanks and goodbyes with every one who has helped me for the past three months.

That being said, the weekend went by entirely too fast. Time away from work always passes by too quickly. I ought to just stay at work and never go home. It might extend my lifetime …. at least my perception of time passing by and such.


A few days ago I was on a deck (about twenty feet off the ground) at work attempting with others to unplug a cob corn jam. Stepping off of a stand, I stepped on some cobs on the deck and stumbled around trying to keep from falling before finally regaining my footing. Conchita told me later that she saw it all unfold from down below on the ground and had her arms extended to catch me. I laughed at the visual. That would have been one heck of a catch. My 250 pounds could work up a little momentum in a fall from that height. Not that it really came close to happening.