Everyone should, once in awhile.

I may be light years behind the times, but this morning, for the first time, I deposited a check in my checking account  using my iPad camera. No joke. I took this photo of the check:

…clicked a couple of confirmation buttons, et voilà. Money in bank. Now how cool is that? What’ll they think of next? Chase Bank, you sly dog.

Today will be a good day. I get to see the Js for an hour, then spend some time with two lovely young ladies from Slovenia who are visiting BFF Kay. Then back home and back to work on DT. At least the tap finale number has been chosen (“Anything Goes” from Anything Goes). Truthfully? I’m definitely not a Cole Porter fan. But the tempo’s right. One song down, 12 to go…

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1. I took Rousseau for a walk at 6:45 this morning, thinking it would be cooler and less muggy and I would feel less like a wrung-out dish rag when we got back. Wrong.
2. I have the worst case of hiccups — ever.
3. I have no idea why the fact that people keep clicking on ridiculous Facebook survey scams bothers me so much, but it does.
4. I’m starting DT choreography today, but I have no idea what the production number will be, so…
5. The Thriller just left to take the Finkmobile in to the dealership garage for the third time, for the same problem. The word “lemon” is starting to creep into my consciousness.

I’m feeling all wonky — what’s up with this? Having trouble getting back into the routine.

It’s my way, I know. Huge deadlines and projects loom in the distance, and my tendency is to flail about on an unrelated track, hoping they’ll go away if I ignore them long enough. We really can’t have that, though. Time to get going, and very soon.

I really hope the thunderstorms calm down at 4:30 this afternoon for Robin’s and BJ’s semi-outdoor wedding. Best part — sometime during the reception, we get to grab the Js and take them home with us for the night. Baths, cuddling time, then bed in the air conditioning. It will be a welcome experience after a long evening out in the heat.

Still, those nagging projects glare at me from across the way. Hmm. Oh well — it’s Saturday, right? No work on the weekends. Today and tomorrow, we party. There’s always Monday.

I hope you have something fun planned!

Two days ago, I extolled the virtues of cortisone. Two sleepless nights and 50,000 belabored breaths later, I’m not so sure.

OK, this is the Cleveland Clinic, people; one of the top hospitals in the world. Don’t you think their radiology staff would warn patients of side effects of injected steroids? I mean, in their defense, they did say, “You might feel [thus and so] afterwards,” but at no time did anyone warn me, “Now your face may go all Red Lobster, and you might get jittery and irritable, and you may not be able to breathe very well in a couple of days.” Nope, that I found out on my own. Great timing too, eh? Oy.

*shaking fist at heavens*

Maybe I was expecting miracles, I dunno. But honestly, is it too much to ask to get rid of one pain without inviting three different ones in other places? Sheeps.

Upside? Tomorrow’s the day.

The searing pain in my hip joint is about 90% gone, which means it is not a labral tear that is causing these problems; rather, it’s the arthritis. Still, I have a range of motion in my right leg I haven’t experienced since before Thanksgiving last year. All indicators point to inflammation calming down.

Too bad that most good things have a dark side, though. This is likely why my doc is limiting me to three injections of the magic juice. From orthopedics.about.com:

…animal studies have shown effects of weakening of tendons and softening of cartilage with cortisone injections. Repeated cortisone injections multiply these effects and increase the risk of potential problems. This is the reason many physicians limit the number of injections they offer to a patient.”

Nice. I will enjoy this while it lasts, then go on to the next thing.

Today we get to see all the kids one more time before we leave. Angus steakburgers on the grill, porky beans, macaroni salad, and I’m going to the kitchen right now to start a batch of chocolate chip cookies. (I’m a grammie. I bake. That’s my job.) It’ll be fun seeing everyone before the big push to Wednesday morning.

And of course, I still have to put the hands on a certain body shop tomorrow. Not looking forward to that conversation. Where did I put that Louisville Slugger…

Happy Sumday! Get out and enjoy the sunshine if you can.