1.  Had a wonderful chat with my mom last night, and for a few minutes, anyway, it felt like she was right here instead of on the other side of the country.  I can’t wait to see my folks in October.

2.  Yesterday was my last day at the Sane branch, and it was rather gratifying, hearing everyone say how much I would be missed both personally & professionally.  I only wish I’d known how different the different branches of this library system were a long time ago – I’d've transferred years ago and been much happier.

3.  Sleep, sleep, glorious sleep.   I got lots last night.  And it felt wonderful.

4.  A Quiet day planned with the biggest event a walk down the road to the vet’s to have Nellie microchipped.  Since we’re going to be boarding her upstate next month, I decided that a microchip would provide some peace of mind for me in case she decided to put whippets’ legendary stupidity about running away and forgetting which was was “back” to the test.  I’ve never worried about her when I’m around, because she checks in with me all the time even when she’s roaming free in Connecticut.  But if something were to scare her at the kennel, she could probably leap/climb the fencing system they have, and I’d simply die if she ran off & couldn’t be found.  So a microchip it is.

5.  Rhogam shot went fine – not that I expected otherwise.  Silly thing?  Because I went through the hospital for insurance reasons, they went through this whole rigmarole of testing before hand.  So what should have been a quick zap in the arm or ass turned into a blood draw, followed by an hour-long wait, followed by the zap.  What exactly are they testing?  My blood type.  Um, folks, I’m sure I’m in the blood donor database – you call me every other week to tell me there’s a city-wide shortage of A-.  Plus, I’ve had approximately a dozen of these shots over the last 3 years.  Not good enough.  So, it’s confirmed.  I’m A-.  And I’ve had my 28 week Rhogam shot.  And the nurse tried to argue with me about what flavor little Thor would be.  “No, honey, I’m telling you.  You’re carrying a girl.”  Um, no, lady.  CVS and multiple u/s all indicate quite clearly and unambiguously “Boy”.  “No, honey, I’m telling you.”  How do you argue with someone like that?  So I smiled and said, “Well, we’ll see in a couple of months.”  and did not say, “Just give me my damned shot, lady.”

Am I zen, or what?