There are days I simply should not be let out of the house. Today seems to be one of those days. It’s like I’m inside the mind of my dog. One moment I’m focused on the task at hand, and then all of a sudden – SQUIRREL! This is really only a bad thing when it affects my mouth, when I actually give voice to the randomness floating around in my brain.
It started while I was still in bed. I woke up very early; too early to get out of bed in my opinion, so I decided to lie there and think through my presentation. I’m speaking to some medical students at Ohio University today so I began reviewing my speech.
Before I knew it, I was dreaming that a man was trying to push me into a janitor’s closet and tie me up with a telephone cord. Okay, so that was more of a nightmare than a dream. The good news is, I got away. I have recently taken up running and apparently that has translated to my sleeping state as well.
I woke up, again determined to work on my presentation horizontally. Saul started snoring and I started thinking about all of the bad jokes he’s cracked during this cancer journey. I especially like the one where he told me he was going to sleep on the couch just in case my breast cancer was contagious.
Then I began plotting all the ways I could string those bad jokes together to present them to the future doctors of America. Oh boy. No, Nicole. No.
So alas, I’m not quite sure I should be allowed to leave the house today, much less be given the privilege of holding a microphone. I’ll try to use restraint.
See. There goes another squirrel.