I'm sitting in the airport in Philly, having just gotten a sandwich from The Earl of Sandwich, who claims that the is the best BLT in the world. I added swiss, which makes the best BLT even better. And to be honest, will it even compare to HomeGrown in Newark, Delaware's grilled cheese? I highly doubt it, but I'll keep you posted. I have a feeling I might be blogging a bit today. It helps me stay sane in high anxiety -- and this is an airport I'm sitting in.
I also have a medium Peet's Jasmine Green. Yum. Seriously. It's the best Jasmine Green to be found, in my opinion. They didn't have it in decaf, so I taught the Peet-rista how to decaffeinate tea -- a very simple process. Just add hot water, wait 30 to 45 seconds, dumpt it out and add new water. Presto! Decaffeinated tea.
I met Mom's new pooch on Monday night, a 10 week old Shih Tzu who weights almost five pounds, but hasn't made it there yet. Little Paisley will grow. She's got paws that are pretty big for her size, so she'll grow into them. Unlike Jane's Havanese -- she's barely four pounds and the dog's paws fit her body. That four pound dog isn't going to get any bigger.
Paisley and I had a conversation about leashes today. I helped her realize that a walk was not where I dragged her down the sidewalk. That it's the two of us walking together, me taking in the sights that interest me and her taking the smells that interest her.
Lemen, I took a picture of my traveling partner. You might have to see it on FB; I can't seem to get a photo into this app of Weebly. I will see what I can do, but I wanted you to know that the friend you gave me on Monday, is still hanging with me. I might attach him to the dashboard in some way as we travel up to Whistler form Seattle. I'm sure you remember the number of friends I have hiding in my car for my unsuspecting front seat passengers.
The research project is going to be an issue when I get back. I haven't heard back from IT yet and, well, I don't know how much my prof is willing to work with me on the issue. So, it looks like I might be up a creek without a paddle when the semester starts. I'll just be behind. You might not know, for someone who gets their papers done two weeks early -- this doesn't feel so good. But I know me. I will figure it out and dedicate some serious time to it to "catch" up on the other end.
I think those are the majority of my thoughts. I'm fighting off anxiety and contemplating watching some Downton Abbey. Dad really wants me to watch Garrows Law and I might see if it's accessible on Netflix. I have a couple of knitting projects with me and a bathroom break will be in order at some point.
No wait. I have another thought. A friend of mine has been wicked sick the past couple of weeks. She was in the hospital on Christmas Eve. She was also in the hospital sometime this past week as well. It's because of stress, gastritis, an auto-immune issue (that has this wicked long name that I'm not sure how to spell) and the fact that her daughter brought home a stomach bug on top of that. Sickness sucks. I hate not being 100%. I hate when those I care about are not 100% either. I want a world where there is no sickness. When I was at NEHS on Monday, I gave some anti-anxiety techniques to someone who had a routine test come back irregular. I hate that stress. I hate that worry in the back of your head of the "what-if"s. My friend witht he gastritis, we talk often about how not feeling well sets her anxiety off. That it makes her worry about all sorts of things, some of which are pretty serious since she's a mom of two, a wife, a woman with a pretty important job and there are many, many people (including me) who count on her being around for a long, long time.
Which leads me to Sunny. It's her wedding I'm in the airport traveling through Denver in the middle of the winter for. For Sunny, I would learn to pole-vault if she asked for it. She goes for another scan in February. With the engagement in December and the wedding a month later, she hasn't had time to think about the fact that she has another MRI on her head in February. Her year of chemo did nothing to shrink the tumor. The other night we were on the phone and she was getting her first headache in a really long time. I could sense her phasing out -- being unable to focus. We cut the call short, knowing I would be seeing her tonight. I hate that she now faces the fear of uncertainty of having another test in a month, about a month after her wedding. I really don't want to be thinking about this as we're hanging out -- but it's sort of like an elephant in the room. It's part of the reality of this marriage -- Sunny is has a brain tumor that doesn't respond to chemotherapy; she has a bumpy road ahead of her. It makes me like her Andrew even more for vowing to be with her through whatever, whenever, it comes.