It’s a little after 5pm on Friday evening, and I’m watching a definitely-waxing moon climb into a clear blue sky above the vaguely pyramidically building that almost-but-not-quite blocks m view of Mt. Rainier.

My, that’s a long sentence.

It’s been a long week. We’re interviewing for a new EA and that is a busy business. We are fortunate, however, in that all of the candidates we actually meet are truly wonderful people. (Kudos to the process.) great personalities, excellent skills. . . its really tough to choose. Luckily, I’m not the primary chooser.

I had my regular massage last night, after breaking ‘The News’ to C. It felt good to get the cricks and creaks worked out, after tentatively working out how we’ll keep doing massage work post surgery. Fortunately, she has a chair. We think a small pillow against my collarbone will hold me far enough away to allow for work to be done on my back, but not cause pressure to my wound.

I need an MRI before I can see the surgeon, but the MRI can’t be scheduled until at least 7 days after the first day of my moonflow. And since I’m not chemically-timed (i.e., I don’t take birth control pills) that date is a little up in the air at the moment. Yes, thank you Mr. Mercury, I appreciate your input. So, I may have to cancel my current appt. and reschedule (which may be as much as another 2 weeks out), which then leads to a farther-away surgery.

I can’t seem to sleep enough, and my mind continues to go off in odd directions *all the time*. It’s really frustrating. It also indicates how much I take my brain’s focus for granted along with the amount of data I automatically process, sort, and file/discard (as necessary). It’s a tad frightening.

A friend gifted me with an utterly-unlooked-for compliment on her blog today and moved me nearly to tears. The outpouring of warmth I’ve received has been surprising. And yes, I have had a number of Sally Fields moments: “You all like me — you REALLY like me!”