So, I went to see my doctor for my annual check-up and I am HEALTHY. My blood pressure is good, heart rate good, I've lost a total of nine pounds since the last time I saw her (and I only started trying a few weeks ago, with time off for Carnival, of course), I'm sleeping well--everything is remarkably better than when I last saw her six months ago. She also gave me a referral to a cardiologist, since we have recently discovered, thanks to the hemorrhagic stroke my mother had just before Christmas, that a congenital heart defect runs in her family (and may be why her father died in his sleep when he was in his late thirties). If I do have it, they may have to to preemptively put a stent in to correct it and prevent me from eventually having a stroke. Yay. But hey--it's better to know so you can do something about it rather than just having a stroke, right?
I am going to give full credit to my good health to NO DEADLINES.
After work tonight I will have to walk home up the parade route--always fun--and tonight's parades are Druids and Nyx. Druids is kind of dull, but Nyx is usually fun. I also have tomorrow off so I can run errands and stock our larder since I won't be able to move the car again until next Wednesday, and of course, tomorrow night is Muses, after two others. Will this be the year our shoe-streak ends? I am a little concerned that it may be. We've had a really great run with shoes, though, so can't really complain too much should a drought occur. But since I can't move the car, I took the streetcar to see my doctor and then took it all the way back to the Quarter so I could walk the rest of the way to the office. It was a lovely ride--I really should take the streetcar more and go explore, just you know, go see things and play sight-seer in my own home town--and I got to read some more of my book (seriously, peeps, I know it's taking me a long time to finish it but Lori Rader-Day's Little Pretty Things is REALLY GOOD), which I hope to finish tomorrow. I'm not sure what to read next; I will certainly keep you in the loop, Constant Reader.
I have been obsessed by a true crime case lately; one that I am peripherally connected to (a friend knows one of the people from the case); which is kind of weird, when I think about it--I also have a connection to the whole Bobby Durst The Jinx mess; again, through some friends. I won't talk about the case much--it involves a closeted millionaire/entrepreneur being brutally murdered, and the police had arrested a gay porn star for the crime...only to release him recently. I don't want to write it as an actual true crime book; I'm not a good enough journalist to do something like that. But I think it's an interesting basis for a novel, and I am chewing around ideas on how to do that--because there are several different angles to take and all of them, at least to me now, are fascinating and interesting. I'm just toying with it for now--I have a couple of other books I'd like to write first--but this part of creating a book, brainstorming and thinking and wondering what point of view you want to have, what you want the book to say--is so much more fun than actually writing it.
And on that note, back to the spice mines.
Here's today's hunk:
Seriously, why has no one done a Bjorn Barrefors calendar?