All's well that ends well

The joke were flying today as Stan was getting ready to go get his colonoscopy done. The getting ready part was much worse than the procedure itself, he says. Hmm, I could tell, and I felt miserable for him. Now I know what to expect when it will be my turn. All he could eat was chicken broth and Jello and lots of liquid laxative...some pills...the last two with time limits on the taking. He got to come home with pictures, which proves what I've said about his being an (insert the knowing expletive here) when I'm mad at him.

Thank goodness all was "clean as a whistle"...literally and figuratively. Only one little polyp the doc snipped. He's sure it's benign and we'll know when test from pathology is back.

My only problem was making that quick transition to daytime living as I work at nights and don't deviate this schedule on my off days. No problem, tho. I'd do anything for my darling hubby! Am tired though and this will be short this week. I really wanted to say more, but must hit the hay and read a bit. Not before saying that I will have my vacation week after this next week (Aug. 13th...taking 11 days, however), flying down to Florida to get my mom and drive her U-Haul truck back up here to put her stuff in storage and go looking for a house closer to where I work where she can also build her dome home...will elaborate later. Night and have a great week.