On Wednesday, I went to see the doctor. It poured all day! The sky was dark and gray and the doctor’s office’s parking lot looked like a lake. The doctor told me to get on the scale, which was preset at 265 pounds! I said, “Dr. Haq, I don’t think that I weigh 265 pounds!” He agreed that I didn’t and added, “We just do that to scare the patients!”
Dr. Haq gave me a flu shot. Then I walked on the lawn (not through the watery parking lot), crossed the street and went to visit the editor of the Island Dispatch. There, I found out that I had two articles to write by late Thursday morning (or early afternoon at the latest).
OK. I can do that. I got a ride home because it was pouring really hard.
This is how you write two articles and captions for photographs in about eighteen hours, which includes time for sleeping and eating. You make sure to eat all your meals. Nutrition is important. Besides, food tastes good. It’s the sleeping time that you sacrifice.
I wrote and wrote and wrote. When my eyes crossed and did not uncross, I realized that it was getting close to four o’clock in the morning. So I went to sleep. Three hours later, I woke up, ate breakfast and went to Zumba class… in costume…