Scott has been in Durango since Wed, April 30th. He began his new job in style by having to attend a board meeting where he met the likes of Bruce Babbitt. I am extremely happy for Scott and the experiences this job will give him. While I am happy that the business trip went well, I am ecstatic to have him back home. I’m heading out to pick him up at the airport and looking forward to spending tome with him tonight.

My missing keys have been found! When I got home on Thursday night, after work, I did some more searching and found my keys in a bag I had been bringing to work with my snacks in it. I can only chalk this situation up to being overtired and thus having my brain malfunction. Yeah, that’s it. I am very relieved to have found them. It wasn’t the keys I missed so much as the sunflower key chain and swiss army knife I had with my keys.

Now, the only thing I have to do is put the spare key back as if I am not putting a spare key back. When I was searching for it the other night, there were neighbors outside int heir yards. So of course, the anxiety in me is telling me that they were watching me and will know that I have a spare key on my porch. And now they’ll know where it is. Because everyone is so concerned about what I am doing at night. Anyway, I think I have figured out where I want the key to be but I’ll wait until Scott gets home to put it back.

After spending the past three weeks wondering if the extremely yellow urine, frequent peeing, and at times slightly burning feeling after I went the bathroom was something I should be worried about, I finally went to the doctor.

I supplied them with a urine sample and waited patiently for the doctor to tell me the results.

It’s never a good sign when the doctor comes in and says “what is going on here” and then I ask “what do you mean” and she replies “your urine is full of blood and puss.” Guess I shouldn’t have waited three weeks to see the doctor.

After a lecture on needing to flush out my system by drinking lots of water daily or else the infection will just come back, she prescribed an antibiotic and sent me on my way.

Ok. I have absolutely no idea where my house keys are. Last night I go to get them so i can get into my house and they are not in my purse or my tote bag. I spent a half hour searching through my bags and the car and cannot find them. Luckily we have a spare hidden in our yard so I could get in.

Once inside I continued to look for my keys but still no luck. I had hoped that they accidentally fell out in my work van, as I remembered the other day that my bag had tipped over. But I just got back from checking and no such luck.

I am really hoping that 1) Scott is hiding them as punishment for not keeping track of them or 2) I am so over-tired that I just can’t see them even though they are in plain sight.

Otherwise I am an idiot who managed to lose a key chain that has several keys, a whistle and a swiss army knife on it.