Anticipation
I'm at the. Doctor's office this morning to learn about the outcomes of a couple of stress tests I took in early December. I don't anticipate anything serious, but one never knows. What I do know is, that the issues that sent me to the doctor in the first place have pretty much disappeared since the tests. As a matter of fact, considering the severity of this winter, the fact that Robbie has had a bad cold for several weeks and I haven't been able to get out much, I a feeling quite well!
Of course, it could be that I am just so excited about heading south in a few days that I am overwhelming any negative sensations or tendencies to feel bad with my sense of excitement. The only thing that has me concerned now is how the weather may impact my departure date! I was planning on leaving on Saturday, Feb. 1, but the weather forecast is looking snowy so I may have to leave earlier.
Robbie won't be happy about that. I'm not happy he can't go with me, but we both have to do what we have to do.
Speaking of whom, he was very upset yesterday (with good reason!) because he lost his keys sometime on Friday and he has no idea where or how. I have to bite my tongue on this issue. We have a history with lost keys. I lost mine once in 2005 walking back from Square One to our apartment on Kariya Drive. Fortunately I managed to find them quickly enough. They had fallen out of my coat pocket in front of a restaurant, but some kind soul brought them into the restaurant and that is where I picked them up.
Robbie gave me no end of grief about this incident and he continues to see me as someone who loses things all the time -- which is not true. One in a while I may "misplace" something -- usually my iPad--, but invariably I find it again. On the other hand, Robbie has a long history himself of leaving his keys here, there and everywhere. One of the first things I put up when we got our new house was a place to hang our keys right by the front door. I am religious about putting my keys there when I come home. Robbie, not so much!
He spent hours last night looking all through the house for those keys, but he is convinced he dropped them in the snow while shoveling, which may well be. He is very angry with himself and wants to direct some of that frustration towards me, but is, for good reason, finding it difficult to blame me. After all, he NEVER loses things!
No comment.
The bad part is that I just bought a car key and remote lock fob for him for my car, which was not cheap. If it isn't one thing, it's another. But as long as he doesn't lose my keys or damage my vehicle before I leave for Florida, I'm good!