Do you want the good news or the bad news?
The cardiologist I met with yesterday doesn't think he can help me.
He says the hole in my heart is not likely the reason for my other symptoms.
The cardiologist had vertigo for several years; he was the first sympathetic doctor I've met with.
He wants to figure out how he can help me.
The cardiologist arranged for me to have an MRI today. Between you and me, I'm kind of tired of doctors.
The Bad News - Part 2
Jason was supposed to do some online scouting training. He didn't do it. He's been busy.
He is the only one in his scout group who hasn't done it.
Last night the guy who oversees the scouting program in our church talked to me about it.
The conversation ended with me agreeing to do the training for Jason.
At 12:30 this morning I listened to the training and then had to take a quiz.
I only got 19 out of 25 right.
The questions were dumb.
And it was 12:30 am.
I felt like I was in college. And you should have seen me in college: obsessing over any test I ever took.
I was ticked at myself for not doing better on the dumb exam.
The Good News - Part 2
I didn't submit the quiz right and so I got to do the training again this morning.
I did better on the exam...but I still missed two questions.
Baby Sister told me it didn't matter because the quiz was in Jason's name, not mine.
The Bad News - Part 3
I didn't pull into my garage far enough last night.
I heard a crunching noise.
The Good News - Part 3
There was no damage to either my car or the garage door.
Would ya'll do me a favor?
I'm doing a project that I need your help with.
Would you be so kind as to send me your favorite chocolate chip recipes?
You can leave them in the comment section or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thanks. I knew I could count on you!
And one more random bit of information before I bid you farewell.
My brother spends about 80% of his day whistling.
At this very moment I can hear him...whistling his little heart out.
It could be a blizzard outside.
The furnace in our office could be out - for the 14,567th time.
He could have just smashed his finger.
He could have been told by someone who owes us a LOT of money that he's a pain in the you know what.
He would still be whistling.
But then, anyone who can have this much fun with the kiddie toys should be whistling.
Here's hoping all of you have cause to whistle today!