That is
exactly the time something snapped me from sleep to bitter, resistant
awareness. Measuring pain levels and the
amount of sinus congestion, I knew there was no chance of getting back to
sleep.
I got up,
checked the stove, retrieved the newspaper as well as the replacement for yesterday’s
missed delivery.
Gloria had
blood draws to be done this morning. I
drove her to Greeneville and we both waited an hour for the office to draw her
labs. Following that we bought gasoline,
and went out for what we had expected to be an 0900 breakfast rather than a
1030 brunch.
Tonight is
the Adult Jeopardy on line exam. I had
hoped to, like Arlo, “be my best.”
However, with almost no sleep, far too much caffeine, and a left hand
that is decidedly less responsive and dexterous than its opposite, I’m not
overly confident in my ability to wrangle an invitation for further
testing.
Still, I like
to believe I’m capable of playing and winning Jeopardy if the mix is not all
sports and opera. So when the curtain
goes up on my notebook and the music begins, I’ll be glued to the exam. You’ll most likely hear me as I scream out my
last answer, “That Russian woman, Fukifinova!”
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