I Can Hear The Grass Grow

Tonight is my last sniff before the baseline tomorrow.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

I am tied up in knots thinking of what can go wrong with me or my donor or both of us. Or maybe neither of us. Please shoot me before I overthink myself to death.

Another week has passed and another week of feeling like crap. All I do is whine. Mr P must be sick of it.

In an effort to buck myself up, we went out today. The sun was shining and it was 17 degrees(62F). Perfect blue sky and no wind. When the weather is like that here in ofttimes grey Scotland, it means head to the coast.

A bracing walk from the West Sands to the East Sands here was just what the doctor ordered.

Together with a lick of Mr P's raspberry ripple icecream and my very own iced frappucino and rounded off with a Chinese takeaway on the way home to end up, collapsed in front of an episode of the TV series of Planet of the Apes. (Part of Mr P and I's romantic courtship involved a marathon viewing of all the Planet of the Apes films, consecutively. Dweebs, nous???)

Perfect day and just the antidote for the weeblies about this cycle and tomorrow.