Breaking 100

This is a landmark; my 101st post. As A. would say, hey mommy, let's celebrate with Christ wispies!

Alas, I am t-minus 11 minutes from a faculty meeting. So, perhaps a lukewarm diet coke would be a more feasible celebratory indulgence.

This has been the week of medical maladies. S.O. is at the doctor's office as I type, seeing about what's going on with his back. Most likely diagnosis: herniated disk. One student missed class because she hurt her eye. Turns out she has a degenerative disease. Another student got a cell call; she hurriedly left to see what was going on with her four-year old daughter, who was in the emergency room. I heard from a colleague--things with her were well, despite her son having chronic heart problems (been hospitalized many times), her father's death, and her mother's struggle with Parkinson's.

I, myself, am relatively healthy and I realize that is something to be thankful for. Just a little lonely, I suppose. But what else is new. Anyway. I'm thinking good thoughts and praying for the above-mentioned folks.

I may bring A. with me to a dance concert tomorrow. Sounds so high brow, right? That is, until I divulge that I got hooked on the reality tv show "so you think you can dance." The concept: incredibly cheezy. The dancing: surprisingly moving. The last day for the dance concert is Saturday, so I figure, let's choose reality over tv for a change.

And now I will indulge in the sacred solitary can of diet coke and take myself to the very last meeting of the week.