Mercy me, it's Miércoles

The remains of the tree Mimi loved and MLTL cut down out of spite. These days, he refuses to remove the stump and plants flowers around the base because it reminds him of her. WTH?

Long before my scheduler let's me know by email, I'll shout out, it's HUMP day! Three more shifts to go, though I can't really complain as the hospice phones have been eerily cooperative. It's as though the Universe knows, I'm a nurse on the edge: Any more challenges and I'll be going all Cuckoo's Nest on everyone. Haldol Vitamin H for everyone!

Whatever. I'll take the silent phones at face value. As my Dad used to say, "don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

Here's my Wednesday offering to you: A little spice in the form of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Anthony Kiedis has some serious dental bling in this video.

FYI, if you're keeping score, I knit not a single stitch after I put my lifeline in my shawl on Tuesday. Oh, I thought about it, but that's all I did. One day in and already I'm behind. I swear, I'm making that shawl my vacation mission. And just so you don't think I've completely and prematurely embraced the life of a sloth, I did put up some fig vodka in time for the holiday weekend. There is no truth to the rumor there was a liberal amount of sampling going on. I'm saving it for a holiday meal with Mr. Larger Than Life. I need all the Vitamin F I can get for that!



Here's hoping your Wednesday finds you dancing in the street, or at least thinking about it. In fact, I hope you can't get this tune out of your head all day long. You're welcome.