Already Know


 

After a few troublesome dreams last night and my wife setting off every smoke detector in the house several times cooking an egg. I’ve lost whatever peaceful mood or low blood pressure I had this morning. I could go on about it with her disabilities and frequent forgetfulness, but I won’t. I just attend to the problem then go back to my office and chill. The sun looks like it’s finally coming out after several days of grey. I even hear the birds chirping along with the cast of Murder She Wrote going over a Clue-like murder scenario.

But I don’t mind, as long as she leaves that damn oven vent running. I’m not sure what I was going to talk about this morning. Other than every “Spidey sense” in my body has been tingling since I know we have a apartment manager inspection sometime today. I’m reminded of the times we lived in the “projects” and we would have random “inspections” where they went through every dresser drawer and personal item looking for “cleanliness”, when all it really was, was a drug search. Some of you may think that’s a reasonable thing to expect. Well if that’s the case, let me dig through your house without probable cause or a search warrant.

Anyway, this morning I got to go to the cancer center for my quarterly blood work. There they tell me about my always low WBC count and how my low iron levels are doing. This is my second round of bloodwork in two weeks, with a third coming in a few more. The funny part is, they are all looking at the same results just different parts. So as the birds are fussing outside and Mrs. Fletcher is solving crime. I sit here breathing through what I know will be a trying day of home invasion, driving through construction zones, and catching up with the lab techs. All to learn things I pretty much already know, including who the killer is on TV.     

After a few troublesome dreams last night and my wife setting off every smoke detector in the house several times cooking an egg. I’ve lost whatever peaceful mood or low blood pressure I had this morning. I could go on about it with her disabilities and frequent forgetfulness, but I won’t. I just attend to the problem then go back to my office and chill. The sun looks like it’s finally coming out after several days of grey. I even hear the birds chirping along with the cast of Murder She Wrote going over a Clue-like murder scenario.

But I don’t mind, as long as she leaves that damn oven vent running. I’m not sure what I was going to talk about this morning. Other than every “Spidey sense” in my body has been tingling since I know we have a apartment manager inspection sometime today. I’m reminded of the times we lived in the “projects” and we would have random “inspections” where they went through every dresser drawer and personal item looking for “cleanliness”, when all it really was, was a drug search. Some of you may think that’s a reasonable thing to expect. Well if that’s the case, let me dig through your house without probable cause or a search warrant.

Anyway, this morning I got to go to the cancer center for my quarterly blood work. There they tell me about my always low WBC count and how my low iron levels are doing. This is my second round of bloodwork in two weeks, with a third coming in a few more. The funny part is, they are all looking at the same results just different parts. So as the birds are fussing outside and Mrs. Fletcher is solving crime. I sit here breathing through what I know will be a trying day of home invasion, driving through construction zones, and catching up with the lab techs. All to learn things I pretty much already know, including who the killer is on TV.     

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