Well, let’s see. I had a busy weekend; on Friday I went in to Mercy hospital for what is called an IVP, which means they put you in a hospital gown, pump you full of iodine and take pictures (X-rays) of your pelvis to see if your kidneys look OK. All the while you A. have a needle stuck in your arm, B. it’s cold, and C. the iodine is making your eyeballs itch uncontrollably. After the IVP I went upstairs to have what is harmlessly called a cystoscopy, but which in reality means they swab your johnson with a freezing cloth of Betadine, and knock you out so that they can feed a stainless steel hose up your urethra and take pictures. Apparently I am OK; there is a small spot on one of the x-rays which could be a kidneystone or just a spot- they’re going to tell me this week.

Jen took me home and took care of me, which meant she baked me a delicious Shepherd’s pie and a blueberry pie, but because my stupid range is so junky, it didn’t cook all the way through. Jen was really crushed about that, and I felt horrible. Saturday we did some running around and dropped the Taurus off at Mikey’s place, and picked up the pictures of the Scout his friend has- more on that later. Jen and I were distant from each other on Saturday because I had shut down on her Friday night, but we talked it through Saturday afternoon and came together for a really good Sunday- we spent pretty much the whole day relaxing, spending time together and napping. It was a crappy day yesterday, so we just sat on the couch in warm socks, played with the cats and enjoyed the fact that we didn’t have to go outside.

The Scout I’m talking about is up in Wisconsin, and I learned about it through Mikey, who has a beautiful restored Bronco, and knows I’m into Scouts. It’s a ’78 Rallye V-8 with air, it’s maroon, and it’s beautiful. I’m going to scan the pictures and post them here to look at today. Now I have to figure out how to raise about $3K to buy it and transport it here.