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I posted this on someone else's journal, but it was a locked post, so:

The game where you type in "_____ is" is not so much fun for me: I'm the M'ris. There's one other who is a Pern fanfic character. Otherwise it's me.

I was quite amused by the first result for "Marissa is," though:
marissa is a beautiful brunette with a perfect but

I don't mean to brag, but I do have a very nice but. On a par with my or, better than my and.

Color me both pedantic and easily amused.

No News Is.

The techs who did my MRI are not allowed to give preliminary reads. They told me that a doctor at the hospital there would look at my brain pictures this afternoon, and if there was something seriously anomalous, they'd call my doctor right away today, and she'd call me. Otherwise, a couple of business days. We've heard nothing. We hope that's good.

My head is still pounding from the noise, and the dye they put in my arm stings still. They put the radio on for me, because I thought it was preferable to headphones, but then one of the two songs in the whole entire world guaranteed to make me cry came on the radio, so I kept thinking, "Shut up, Chrissie, shut up," at the radio and sniveling and not moving my head.

And then I found out I didn't have my credit card; turns out I'd left it at the restaurant last night, and they have it safe for me to pick up after supper. Whew.

This is not what we call the best afternoon ever. But it could have been worse; I could have gotten home from Cub to find out the doctor had already called with bad news, instead of the likelihood of none.

markgritter is walking Ista, and I'm going to start dinner, and maybe I'll have a little more energy after that.

Grump grump grouch

Still no call from any doctors, which is a Good Thing. (Well, if porphyrin called we wouldn't be upset, but that's different.)

The fence people called and said they're finishing our fence tomorrow. Both woo and hoo, I believe.

I have run out of the energy required to be genuinely cheerful about any of this reasonable, good stuff. All kinds of good stuff going on -- I got the invitation to scottjames's wedding, the dog is behaving well, I'm in the middle of a moderately entertaining book, with the prospect of more later -- and still I am a grump.

I will have to get over it by tomorrow, because tomorrow markgritter and I are going down to Omaha to introduce my grands to Ista, and grouching at the grands over nothing is not on my agenda. (Not that grouching at markgritter, timprov, or Ista was on the agenda, but it's harder to hole up in one's office from almost 400 miles away.) We will have connectivity all weekend (except for the drives) but may or may not have much time for using it; we'll see. We're planning a lazy weekend.

Since about dinnertime, I've been asking myself, "How much more of today do I have to get through?" And the answer right now seems to be "almost none." Yay. Anybody else have cheerful weekend thises and thats?