Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Good morning, March!

Today is super Tuesday - have you voted yet? (Well, if you're in Missouri - if you're somewhere else, you might've voted already. Or maybe you haven't.)

Anyway, I did. I walked down to our local polling place and was astonished at how few people were already there. Then again, it was 7:30 a.m. and our poll doesn't open until 7. Whatever. I'm not going to go on a political rant. Yet. Suffice to say if Trump had been the only candidate on the ballot, I would've written in Elizabeth Warren. (I'm fairly liberal. What? It's not a dirty word.)

I walked for a while afterward to shrink my butt back to it's pre-transplant size. Taking care of someone with a transplant is not unlike having a baby in the house. Yes, she's an adult, but for a long time, mom couldn't lift anything, manage stairs or walk much. She required 24-hour availability, so I didn't get out much. Also, my more nuclear family (husband, kids, me) are mostly vegetarian. Since my mom had her transplant, I think I eat more meat in a week than I normally do in two months, which apparently equates to more junk in the trunk.

She is going home on Friday, though - we're both climbing the walls and looking forward to it immensely. Then the kids and I can come home and we and my husband will go back to our diabolically meatless eating habits and dangerously early-to-bed ways. For a month anyway, until she comes back for her next appointment.

So there. That's what is happening here. 


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