I’m a liar.
It’s been awhile since I posted. Wow. My muse ran off with another lover, but lo and behold there is one thing that I just have to write about, and NOW.
Last night driving to work I was faced with one of my pet peeves.
Several years ago when I was in nursing school I endured a week of what was the second most horrible clinical experience ever.
At first I thought, “Hmmm. A person has to be legally dead to be cryogenically frozen. Well that sucks.”
The other day I had a sick visit to the doctor. One of the issues we discussed was my blood pressure.
On the eve of my deceased father’s birthday I am making gravy from scratch. White gravy to be exact. Lumpy white gravy.