i drove away from mcdonald's with my paper bag of naughty foods munching on the salty fries and headed for the dike.  a right turn and an unstably perched bag resulted in fries all over the passenger side floor.  the gasp i let out was maybe a little too dramatic for the situation, but still, it needs to be said that i did end up eating those fries which i retrieved after parking at the dike just in time to watch the last of the sunset.

i got creeped out after it was completely dark.  i did not linger.

my throat was raw from all the hard core snoring i've been doing lately so i stopped at macs on my way back home, not knowing exactly what i would choose.  the first thing that attracted me was the freezer case that housed the haagen daaz.  "oh yes, that's it."  i all but crooned to myself as i floated forward on the rip tide that led to the haagen daaz.  but lo, what ho?  all of the ice cream in the case were liquids!  at first i could not accept this (insert mental gasp of horror) and searched way way back into the freezer.  alas none.

for a moment i thought 'slurpee'.  i got out a small cup.  then i thought 'no.' and put it back.  that's when i saw it.  a soft serve machine.  'hello.  this is the thing', sang my heart.  i knew it was true.  i pulled out a cone and turned out a fine cone.  'still got the ol' mcdonald's skillz' eh?' i self-congratulated with a certain amount of smugness.

my purchase came to 1.89 and i paid in cash.  i told the guy about the freezer.  he seemed concerned at first and then not.

archie is sitting on the arm of the couch beside me.  his first attempts to annoy me by standing one foot on my forearm or stomach have been rebuffed.  he has instead opted for a sphinx like pose on the arm of the couch.  he is so soft and silky that i cannot be restrained from caressing him from time to time.

i have napped.  i no longer fight the naps.  i allow them.  this is because one day last week i went to bed with tubes in my nose, a clip on my finger and a thing strapped around my chest.  the next day i turned the stuff in to my respiratory therapist p. sweeney.  he gave me the results right away.  i wake myself up on average 50 times in an hour because i've stopped breathing and i stop breathing 30secs a pop.  sleep apnea.

i should have been more dismayed.  i should have cringed at the thought of the darth vader machines that loom in my future due to this diagnosis.  but what i felt the most was tired. so so so tired.  and i've felt this way all month.  sweeney says my tiredness is off the charts.  so although i don't look forward to my darth inaguration, i do at the same time, look forward to it.  i want to be rested most of all.  and truth be told, i sleep with cats.  who do i have to impress?  sweeney who is tall and blonde and personable explained to me how cortisone and leptin levels in sleep apnea people are super high which keeps the weight packing on.

i'm young and healthy, so says sweeney.  at least i can nip this in the bud now before i develop any health problems from it.  like heart prawbs.  your heart rate spikes way up during the night and your blood oxygen gets really low.

so i let myself sleep whenever i want to now.  unless i'm at work or driving or at church etc.  i spent most of the long weekend working on photos and napping, but i did manage to go out to dinner with the group on friday night.  we ate at a greek restaurant in richmond, which was nice.  unfortunately i drove out to evan and esthers before finding out it was back in my part of town.  oh well.  sarah and i shared entrees.  we had kleftico (the tenderest melt in your mouth lamb) and calamaria.  both were delish.  douglas came too because he's an adult now.  we convinced him to try lamb.  imagine being anti lamb?  he got the chops and he liked them.  sarah and del told me about t.tapp.  it's an exercise program that involves tap dancing to shirley temple songs while playing t-ball.  no, but that's what it made me think of.  i'm looking for something new to do, so i'm going to try t. tapp.  funny how just when you are looking for something, something is found.  synchronicity.

archie has moved to the suitcase bed.  i haven't put it away since the  fam rehyoon and it's his new favourite spot.  izzy has taken the perch on the couch arm nestled against my elbow.

sunday evening evelyn had me and ev's family over for dinner.  it was a really nice night with yummy food and good conversation.  evelyn has such beautiful and interesting art all over.  we got to hear her and robert's love story.  there were a lot of tangents but i'm cool with that.  i'm a tangent kind of person. we saw pics.  evelyn was such a babe and so young and innocent looking.  robert had a mustache.  they were married in 1987.  a greek girl and a jewish boy each with some family troubles who would later find the church and have two children who they endeavored to give the kind of family support that they didn't have.  it's a great story.

why i was awarded the wild and free hair award at the family rehyoon.