There’s About To Be A Revival 

When I posted J-Dub’s Initial Thoughts on Revival by Stephen King I thought the story was going the way of Pet Sematary but boy was I wrong.  I’m now half way through and a big tent revival is about to start.  The anticipation is palpable… one might say electric ⚡️

My heart is pounding.  I read a review that says (and I’m paraphrasing) Revival is King’s darkest work yet.  I already had one “oh my lawd” moment in the story where Jaime Morton’s 5th element is affected in a deeply and life altering way.   Then later there’s a reference to another of SK’s books – Joyland.  Now that one is on my list of books to re-read.

I’m torn between continuing on cuz it’s SO good! Or quitting until the light of day.   I’m a little too keyed up to be sleepy.  I was under the weather and stayed in bed most of the day.  I’m going down the path of “having my days and nights mixed up”.  Something my mom always warned me about.  Her reader, night owl, baby girl.

I think I’ll try to sleep.  Tomorrow I can follow Billy Bob around and read while sitting next to him.  Always my protector.  Just in case the review is right, I’ll need the muscle. 😂

G’nite dear ones (or constant readers in the words of the master himself).

As always, more to come.

If You Are So Inclined Continued

Recently I posted If You Are So Inclined asking for prayers for our PoPo.  He got the results from his doctor and they’re going to remove nodules from his esophagus.  This is supposed to be a routine outpatient procedure.  The kicker is he’ll have to repeat said procedure every 3-4 months for the rest of his life.  The nodules aren’t cancer thank goodness but they can become cancerous.

I’m hearing all this 3rd hand so I don’t have specifics because you bet your bottom dollar if I did, I’d be Web MDing that shit. I’d want to know everything there is to know about the condition.  An informed patient who advocates for his own healthcare is prudent.  A whack-a-doodle like me who has borderline hypochondriac disorder needs to step away from her iPad.  I tell myself confirming the diagnosis (yes I’ve had zero years of med school) and becoming informed (ok, becoming obsessed) is not cray-cray. Doctors are human after all. 

He is still waiting on an appointment.  Whenever that is, Billy Bob will be the DD = designated driver. As we wait, I’m reaching out again.  If you’re so inclined, all well wishes are appreciated 💝 

As always, more to come.