World's fastest doctor

We were running a bit late, so my husband let me off at the door. I rushed up to the third floor, checked in, waited a few minutes, was shown back to an examining room, and soon Dr. B. came flying in. He yanked my arm a couple of times, sent me back to therapy for the next month, and was gone. I paid a fifteen-dollar co-pay for those thirty seconds of his time. Geez.

I've been working on this coming semester's syllabi. Wouldn't you know it--I left my materials for the Justice in Literature course at school. I'd planned to drive up to Big Rapids on Thursday anyway for my mentor Ruth's presentation, so I'll take care of that syllabus then. Meanwhile, there is much I can be doing before then, so I don't have time to sit around and twiddle my thumbs.

The photo posted today is of my husband's mother, his brothers, him, and our older son. From left to right: Kenny, Doug, Mimi (the mother), Harvey, and Stephen. I hadn't realized how similarly built Stephen was to Harvey. He's bigger than Harvey, but built like him. They are also both left-handed. Happily, the two of them really get along well. Harvey is probably Stephen's favorite uncle. He's the one we saw most often when our sons were growing up (before we left Louisiana for Georgia).

The weather report is coming up. The prediction has been for very cold temps next week. Of course. It's the first week of class for me! I'm being paid back for enjoying those sunny skies and warm temps in Arkansas and Louisiana during our trip. Mimi says that the good weather left with us, though. It's been cold and rainy since we left. I've ordered some NEO boots (New England Overshoes) to help me traverse the frozen, snowy ground. They go on over my regular shoes, rather than in place of them. I have shoe-like boots that I could wear, but they are heavy, and since I'll be teaching three classes back to back, I'd rather not walk around in them all day.

Since I've been living in Big Rapids for part of the week, my husband has lost weight. He's down 10-15 pounds, all from avoiding his nightly bowl of ice cream. Some people are just blessed with a fast metabolism, and he's one of them. Clearly, my son has my metabolism, poor thing.