Ack!

Sorry, that ACK is all I could manage as I looked at the temperature now – 57 – and then saw the predicted high of 90. It is pleasant outside, pleasant and cool. BUT IT’S NOT GOING TO STAY THAT WAY.!!!!!  No reason for the caps or the red, unless it is my inner klaxon reminding me not to trust the siren call of the cool early morn. That’s sounds so poetic, but I’ll bet as the temperature unmercifully climbs, I will spouting doggerel. 

But, heck, it’s only 90; it’s not like it’s going to be 101, which is predicted for TOMORROW.

Tomorrow is probably what has me on edge – I have my appointment with the parathyroid guy and in the back of my mind, I can here him saying, “Well, AmeliaJake, it looks like we’re going to have to remove your neck.” Rats, I’m so short already.