Like a Ship That's Tossed and Driven....

I wish this cold would depart from me. Last night while watching Cars with Miss Beasley, I broke out into this fierce coughing fit, that lasted all night long. I hate being sick.
I hung out with Rev last night for a little bit. Not too much happened. We ate a little Subway and cut up(BTW, Chicken Teriyaki Sub....LOVE IT!!!). He has started sending me these sweet little poems via email each morning. They start my day off right. It's nice to know someone loves you, because you can get beat up by life so much that you sometimes forget.
More car drama continues to ensue. This morning it was raining and of course my windshield wipers started to act the fool. The wiper on the driver's side started acting real touchdown and wouldn't move and it was just a mess. I had to keep getting out of my car on Hwy 168 and adjusting my wipers. I know I looked ridiculous riding down the road with one blade wiping. On top of all that I couldn't see. But thank God that He gave me traveling mercies and got me and Miss Beasley where we needed to be.
My appetite seems to be getting on track. I know this sounds bad, but I have eliminated breakfast all together. It seems like that just gets the "eat you feelings" party started. I hope this helps me drop some weight. I have also discovered the joy of Diet Pepsi Jazz in French Vanilla and Black Cherry. You can barely taste the artificial sweetener. Zero calories too? Fuggitaboutit.
I am watching TV in the reception area at my job. The Early Show has a story about playing music to help patients recover faster after surgery. This lady is in the PACU playing the harp. Bullshit. When I had surgery two years ago, when I woke up the last thing I wanted to hear was a harp. My throat was dry and sore and my ass was shivering. They had to use a fry lamp(hee hee) to heat me up. If you are going to play me music, no harp please. Al Green all day. Be Blessed!