Scare the normals and just a liiitle manic

Last night I downloaded some great tunes.  Ron had a good laugh, he loaned me his "Good" headphones and I worked while listening.  I sang along at times, and I'd see him out of the corner of my eye, laughing.  He thought I was "cute".  However, I couldn't hear a thing other than the music so I gave them back. 

After work, we went to Starbucks.  Ron was standing in line.  A Muslim man got in line behind Ron.  They looked almost identical with the full beards and complexions.  I realized I had to trim Ron's beard, which I did. 

Ron has to have a beard due to a skin condition.  If he shaves, his skin gets very irritated and angry.  He looks infectious.  It's dreadful.  So, I trimmed him to a half inch. 

I was rapping along with "signed up to die" when someone came into our area from the management complex.  I realized, really not a good song to sing in public.  I'd scare the normals. 

Which, come to think, is also why I trimmed Ron - I didn't want to scare people. 

I'm starting to get a little itch to do a Bible Handout.  That would be great.  I'm assuming I have a little while on it, though. 

One thing's for certain: Major Attacks.  Whooo.  Whenever I'm coming up on a handout, I always have crazy spiritual attacks. 

My feet are bothering me pretty badly.  I realize a lot of it is just being fat; so I am committing to low-carb.  I can't afford to play with my health.  Ron needs me able to walk!  I'm also doing the appropriate things in the meantime. 

Ugh.  Another hot flash.  I've had a couple today. 

I strongly believe I am in premenopause.  However, I am not really interested in investing money on a test.  If I am, I am.  If not, I'm not.  Nothing I can do either way, except maybe some herbals. 

So, we went to work, long ride.  While going down the freeway, a speeding SUV almost slammed into the cab.  Happily, the driver evaded.  I don't think I'd have died but I would have been badly broken.  Ick. 

Got to work, stocked almost everything, got the repairman, got the delivery.  Time to go.  Then we did Starbucks and home. 

I just drink a decaf coffee now, with some cream.  It sure was decaf, when I got home I took a nap.  Then Ron and I mowed part of the yard, watered the foundation, trimmed his beard, and now he's outside in the sun with his shirt off. 

He's quite a sight, with all the scars.