...an appointment he's dreading this week.
Happy Monday (I think)!
I'm gonna go ahead and assume your weekend was sweet.
My Friday was very chill—instant noodles and a movie at home—but my Saturday was packed! I ran to Ocean Beach and back with friends, had brunch in the Lower Haight, and hosted dinner and a game night.
I did another run through Golden Gate Park yesterday with Terence (more of a slog, tbh), watched a little pickleball, and had a nice, long dog park visit with Ellie and my friend Peter. Then I wrapped it all up on the couch with B, leftover arugula salad, and Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass on Netflix.
This week I have a blood draw on the schedule (don't worry, it's routine) and I'm really not looking forward to it. I HATE needles. If the phlebotomist inquires, I don't even try to lie: "There's a chance I might pass out—I'm very delicate."
They're of course very professional and skilled at what they do, so it's generally quick and painless, but there's something about the little poke followed by the knowledge that my blood is seeping out of my body and into those clear plastic tubes that gives me the icks—I'm shuddering just thinking about it...
Anyway, I hope your plans this week are more fun than mine!
Let me know what you're up to, if you'd like.
(Web hug.)
Corey
(Photo by Nischal Malla.)