So, the weather folks are waffling a bit about the potential damage from Tropical Storm Beta. It may not be quite the storm that was anticipated earlier, but with flooding potential and strong winds (50mph) I’m not entirely sure about riding in a stranger’s car to get to my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I know it is necessary and I know (because I looked it up) that a hernia doesn’t self-repair, and the sooner I get it patched and corrected, the better off I will be and with fewer complications. I just don’t feel entirely safe going for a surgical consultation during a tropical storm of any significance.

I got maybe 4-5 hours sleep last night, not nearly enough, but awake enough that going right back to sleep wasn’t an option. I mean, I tried to go back to sleep after the last potty trip, but all I did was lie there feeling my trigger joint going off in my thumb. That little fucker hurts.

I finally caught up with the haircuts; it has been 4 weeks. I really shouldn’t let it go so long, as it jams my little clippers. But it’s done and now I’m all clean and shiny again.

I guess I will see what the day will bring. The boys are fed, I’m fed and medicated, and coffee is starting to work.