Well, it's going on half-past 3 in the afternoon and I'm famished, having not had a bite to eat since 8am.
I go for my brain scan on Tuesday morning, before work...being that I'm an American, I'm guessing they won't find much in there, ha-ha. 
The imaging centre rang me up Friday night to do the pre-MRI survey. One of the queries was wheter I had any bullets or schrapnel in me. You know, the writer in me was tempted to say something like, "Oh, well, there was this time when I was a private investigator searching for the Empress' jewels..." or, "Yeah, once when I was with the CIA...oh wait, if I tell you about that, I'd have to kill you." 
So, off home to some leftover pizza and a diet rootbeer. I'm told it's getting chilly out, but tomorrow's supposed to be warm and sunny, which is always nice, on one's day off, isn't it?
Cheers, all. Nancy G.
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If it's not too late, I hope you have a good day tomorrow, and good luck for the scan on Tuesday. XX