I was supposed to go to Bloggy Boot Camp in Chicago and meet up with Miss Alexandra of GDRPempress fame, but instead I went to the doctor, who gave me many, many drugs and the imprecation to rest.
So I sat at home in my chair and on my heating pad and re-read 'Salem's Lot and waited for the pain to abate.
Sunday my parents had a family going-away party for the girl. Who is leaving in a week. I'M FINE.
The party was a LOT of fun. Despite the many mosquito bites and the still-hurting back. [I took the heating pad with me. Of course. I bring the fun wherever I go.] It was great to see so many people getting together to wish the girl luck on her big adventure. And, as a parent, it was nice to hear so many nice things about my kid.
So I'm doing o.k., my back is slowly getting better and we're slowly getting ready for the girl to leave and we're even more slowly getting ready for the going away party we're having for the girl's friends on Saturday and it'll be fine.
Except - a friend was talking about weird dreams and that reminded me that I've been having weird dreams [thanks, 'Salem's Lot!], but my weirdest dream by far was when I was pregnant with the girl and I dreamed I fried her in the bacon pan. Because she was cold.
So of course that's what I'm thinking about as I get ready for her to leave.