The Power of Worrying

Well, as a testament to the power of obsessively worrying about things -- both of the Sons are OK. Older Son made it to his picture taking with all of his accoutrements and then back again (hmmm, I still have to check on the current state of the accoutrements) and Younger Son has [almost] survived his first week of boating camp, and successfully completed the kayaking portion of the camp. Just one day and one week left to go! Whew, this worrying is wearing me out. Wish it would burn more calories, though.

My shoulder is still painful. I realized today that what the doctor was pussyfooting around and not really saying was that the pain was going to get worse before it got better. (He did say improvement in two weeks, though.) I can't wait. I keep looking at my fiber and thinking of spinning, but I'm afraid that it's going to hurt so I'm not risking it yet.


This is two days' commutes. Speaking of commutes, and since we're kinda on an insect thing here....There was a woman on the bus today who had a spider crawling around on her head. Not a huge spider, but not teeny tiny, either. She was sitting directly across from me, but there was someone standing between us in the aisle, so there was no way for me to get her attention discreetly, or even reach over and flick it off her. All I could do was watch helplessly while it climbed through her hair. Once it climbed down her bangs and dropped almost to her lap (she was dosing, with her eyes closed) and I thought it would just drop down and scurry off, but no -- it climbed right back up into her hair. Finally the guy next to her noticed, and flicked it, but that didn't work. Eventually it disappeared, I think it climbed down the back of her seat. Ewwww, I'm still feeling kinda creepy just thinking about it.