I'm beginning this week with the determination to be shockingly, stunningly, mindbogglingly efficient and productive. I'm not sure how I'll carry through that determination in the absence of strong prescription stimulants, but I have to start somewhere.
I had a good weekend that gave me the time, sleep and companionship to shake off much of the lingering melancholy from the previous week. Last night we all had a good laugh watching the Lewis Black DVD we got my father for Father's Day. Things are back to normal, and perhaps better than normal.
The Possum is so dramatically improved by last week's chiropractic adjustment that it's almost impossible to believe we had recently been considering whether she might have to be put to sleep. She looks and moves like she's five years younger, her appetite has increased - everything about her manner and behavior marks her as feeling significantly better. She's even renewed hostilities with her archrival, Chunky, so I know she's back to normal.
Well, off I go to pack a UPS shipment, bake a batch of scones, and make myself semi-presentable for the office. Tomorrow: giant pumpkin plant update.