For everyone who said we now had to have a song for Monday, Monday too:P

♫5am, waking up in the morning
Gotta check the text, see if the governor pardoned me
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have my last meal

Here comes the priest, the last rites
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the gurney
Gotta catch my vein, see the warden (the warden)

Stickin’ in the left arm
Stickin’ in the right arm
Gotta make my mind up
Which way should I die?

It’s my last day, last day
Gotta go down on my last day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to my obit, obit
Last day, last day
Goin’ down on my last day, last day
Nobody’s gonna hear me sing again!♫

Vuja De.

It's kinda weird, preparing for a first-time-for-you medical testing procedure three days after your spouse went through the same experience.

For Eleanor, prep day was Sunday, test day Monday, back-to-normal day today. I kinda lazed through the first (though making grocery runs- let me rephrase that to ERRANDS- for All The Things she needed to get through the prep part with minimal inconvenience). I was then committed to court and closing obligations for almost all of the second day, and wasn't around for much of the time she was home today, either.

I have, however, received any number of Previews of Coming Attractions, from before, during and after. Let's just call this GI TMI, TYVM.

As I write this, the middle child among our three cats has been doing her usual pawing and prodding around my wrists. I just announced to her: Michelle, as usual, you are annoying the shit out of me. Approximately 24 hours from now, this will not be possible.

I do have two commitments in the morning before my prepatory fun begins in the early afternoon: meeting a new potential client, and taking Emily's car in for its annual inspection. The latter will involve poking, prodding, recording various readings and sticking a monitor up to its tailpipe to ensure that its emissions are sufficiently toxin-free. Compare and contrast.