Fruit Bat

Frances has been not-so-subtley hinting to me that she wants her cookie ball filled with sliced carrots. I finally couldn’t stand it, and gave in.

It is a beautiful 60F outside and 68F indoors. The sky is blue, and the flame-leaf sumac is brilliant red. I love this time of year but havent enjoyed the cooler temperatures the last few years. Anything under 72F was just too cold. Turns out, I’m hypothroid. I suspected as much years ago and asked to have my thryroid tested. I dont think they did the more complete test, because it was normal. It pisses me off that my doctor at the time didn’t listen to me. My new doctor listened, re-tested, and put me on thyroid meds. And now, I am sitting in my chilly (to my former self) house, without socks or shoes, and am perfectly comfortable.

Also, if you were around last fall when the temperature at work was hovering around 58F, you can maybe understand why I was absolutely miserable. There werent ebough hoodies and long underwear in the world to make that comfortable.