The Week in Review

I want chocolate. Now. But I’m not allowed to have any for another month.

How are you today? Did you have a good week?

I didn’t, and am glad it’s over. Chocolate flake mint ice cream on a sugar cone would would be a fitting way to celebrate.

First of all, I had a certain test scheduled which I’d been dreading on account of its requiring that I drink four liters of a certain foul liquid the preceding night. It wouldn’t have been half as bad if I could’ve cut the taste every cup or so with a handful of potato chips. The test itself was great: superior drugs. All along, as I watched very ugly things on the TV monitor, I chatted with the medical team. About what, I have no idea. I have the unfortunate habit of yammering when sedated. My theory is that it’s an artifact of my obsessively polite Northeastern upbringing. During procedures I’m terribly afraid the doctors and nurses will be bored. Not just that: here they are doing this thing for me, and I’m not even helping. The least I can do is engage them in running conversation.

As I left that appointment a nurse (not the one who missed my vein or the one who told me about her sex life) gave me a glossy, full-color photograph, which I promptly scanned and sent to my daughters.

I’m grateful to my dear daughter Yo-Nenny who chauffeured me. When we got home, I decided it would be unwise to try to make changes to my pride and joy: the brand new The DNA Files Web site. So got into my PJs, put my chocolate bar on top of the icebox and watched the rest of The Staircase.

Speaking of which, I really don’t see what harm just a little chocolate would do.

I’m getting tired of writing. This is boring.

Week’s Highlight

Last night at 11:00 pm I heard clompy footsteps and ebullient voices on my front porch. There was a sight that made me run and grab my camera: M and two buddies, passing through from the U to a party.

I hadn’t seen my little girl for the longest time ever — close to a month — and it was bliss just to get a good look at her and give her a hug before they headed off into the night fifteen minutes later.

Really, it’s not that I want chocolate. I need chocolate.

Photo of the Week: Stella

Goodnight.

[chocolate flake mint ice cream]