So, we're standing in line in a pharmacy at 9:30 p.m...

... largely because there was some television show on that, with its EVILE hypnotic rays (muahahaaa), made it impossible for us to LEAVE to go pick up prescriptions at 7:00 p.m. when the automated prefill line promised they'd be done. But ya know what? When you go on time, they're never ready anyway. They just want to get you in there and make you wait ten or fifteen minutes so you'll wander the aisles and buy a bunch of crappedy crap, and suckers like we are only too happy to oblige. Erik tried to talk me into one of those weekly pill keepers. The kind little old people have, you know, that have all the compartments for S M T W T F S? I reminded him that I already have one that I don't use.

Okay, okay, okay. I will use it. Starting Sunday. I have a pretty good pill-taking system now, but maybe this will help knock out the uncertainty and make everyone else feel better.

Starting ON Sunday, I'm going to stop complaining that I can't drive for six months following a seizure in Texas (because they keep happening) and just look forward to the day I might get behind the wheel of my truck again.

Starting Sunday, I'm going to relax a little bit and chill out and nap in the afternoons. If there isn't anything to clean.

Starting Sunday, I'm gonna be nicer. And not feel so wounded by people who Obviously Don't Know Who I Am.

Starting Sunday, I will make sure all the dishes are out of the sink and put away before I go to bed at night.

Starting Sunday, I will read my Bible more.