Now THAT was effin' weird

[thisnewday]

Woke up to the sound of SOMETHING going "Woo, woo, woo." At first thought it was one of the dogs having a nightmare or whatever it is that sometimes makes the furry ones whimper and twitch in their sleep. But one was sleeping on the floor next to the futon where I sleep and the other was out in the dining room. And the only thing close to where the noise came from was the air conditioner which hangs out over the driveway.

Anyway, now I'm up and the alarm is set to go off in fifteen because I have an MRI scheduled for 6:30 AM as part of the countdown to my July 11th surgery date. Also did the first of two "autologous" blood donations yesterday before coming home, grocery shopping, and making dinner for eight. My wife says, "You sure you're OK to do this?" And I said, "I donated blood, not a kidney." (Autologous means I donated it for my own use, per the surgeon. Which also means, apparently, that you get the juicebox afterward but not the cookie.)

Even at this hour, I'm feeling kind of psyched about this. If things go well, I might even be able to call the Red Cross in a couple months to put me back on the list for shelter volunteers. Or get a real job again. Or run away from home. Or all of the above. So, woo, woo, woo yerself...