well, that’s what randy told me yesterday, anyway.  well, he didn’t actually say it’s coming to an end, but he did say that a guy on the radio was very insistent that it is.  there will be many many earthquakes and tsunamis and the good people will go right to heaven but the bad people will have to stay here and suffer the awfulness of the end of the world.

and i said, well, then i won’t have to do the last performance of the play!

after he said that, i turned on the national news, but there was no mention of the world ending on saturday.  i tuned in later than the starting time, though, and i assume it must have been the lead story.  they were on to…i don’t know, just a bunch of blah blah blah stuff.  nothing memorable.

you’d kind of think, though, that if the world WAS coming to an end on saturday, they’d devote the entire SHOW to it, instead of just the lead story.  because really, what else matters, if it’s all ending on saturday?  i think when i turned it on, it was all about gas prices.  or childhood obesity.  or something about jobs.  or maybe…no, i really can’t remember at all.

kevin, meanwhile is off to virginia, and the civil war shooting competition!  he left yesterday morning, and drove in the rain surrounded by trucks for quite a while, plus there was some bad traffic and construction…and yet he managed to take a picture of a mosquito he’d squashed on his windshield.  so let me get this straight – he killed the mosquito, he took a picture of it, and he sent it to me…driving in the rain surrounded by trucks on all sides.

at least he used to be a cop and drive in all kinds of dangerous situations, so that makes me feel a little better about his foolhardy driving habits.

while he was driving, mollie and the neighbor dogs and i took a walk.

i managed to take a picture of noodle and numie even though i was holding onto their leashes, and noodle was always frantic to FOLLOW MOLLIE.  but it was easier than DRIVING WHILE TAKING A PHOTO AND SENDING IT.

mollie, of course, was running hither and yon.  i kept calling and calling her, and she finally deigned to come back.

numie is never interested in getting too far away from me when we walk.

mollie and noodle found plenty of holes to dig in, which made them ecstatic, except when i had to drag noodle away and yell and yell and yell at mollie to keep moving.

when we finally got home, everybody was exhausted.

this is the most exercise i’ve had in almost two months.  i went to the endocrinologist on monday, and she examined me and wrote down many many notes in very very neat penmanship but she was kind of covering the paper with her hand, which made me believe she must have encountered many cheaters in medical school who were trying to copy off her.

she finally concluded that my problem is NOT THYROID-RELATED, which i suppose is a good thing, cause now they won’t have to remove my thyroid or whatever would have happened if it had been bad.

she said with some certainty that i must have some kind of viral infection, and you can’t test for it, and there’s no cure anyway, you just have to wait til you’re better.  my doctor had mentioned this a while back, but when the endocrinologist said it with such quiet conviction, i believed her.

she said it would take two to three months to get better.

THAT IS A REALLY LONG TIME.  THAT’S UP TO ONE QUARTER OF A FULL YEAR.

but the good thing is that it’s almost been two months now, so theoretically i MUST BE GETTING BETTER.

today i decided i was all better, and i looked around my yard and OH MY GOD THE WHOLE THING HAS TURNED INTO A JUNGLE.  so i started hacking at the huge tree-like bush out front that i crash into when backing the car out, and i started pulling the weeds in front in this one shady area and the weeds were so high that they were like small trees, and i dragged all the flowers from the hot tub room and tried to sweep up the huge piles of petals and leaves and debris.

i used the broom to sweep the front hall because i have a massage tomorrow, the first one in FIVE WEEKS.  we’ll see how it goes, so i can call my clients and start doing my job again.

ok, but so the problem with all this activity is CAN’T YOU JUST DO A LITTLE BIT, MRS. HUGHES, INSTEAD OF TRYING TO DO EVERY DAMN THING PLUS MORE?

cause when i finally stopped and was sitting on the couch and i leaned back and closed my eyes, i kind of felt like the room was spinning and i really wanted to go to sleep.

TOMORROW I WILL TAKE IT EASY A LITTLE.

plus i haven’t even told you the traumatic gosling incident that occurred when mollie and i took a walk through the woods today.

i will tell you tomorrow, when i’m sitting here quietly resting for a while instead of DOING EVERYTHING, even though EVERYTHING STILL NEEDS TO BE DONE, even though i ALREADY DID EVERYTHING TODAY.

seriously, i don’t want the world to end on saturday because kevin is in virginia.  if it’s going to end, at least i want to be with him when it does.  PLUS since i know i won’t be one of the good people who goes right up to heaven, and i assume he won’t either just cause he’s associated with me, i bet that he could somehow save us from the end of the world.

ok then,

mrs. crazy tired hughes.