I haven't been much in a blogging mood lately, a little tired, a little moody. Not anti-Christmas moody, but also, not really in the mood to do much shopping. I love the lights, the trees, even caught myself humming "Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow" today...although that might be because we are in the midst of a major winter storm.
My lovely hubby was up at 5:30 this am, fed the kitties, woke me up an hour later, and then drove me to work. All in anticipation of this storm.
Well, really, this morning the storm hadn't started, but he knew it was coming. And Boy, did it ever! I took the subway home today (which I don't do very often) and am very glad I did. Traffic is snarled to say the very least as the snow started during the rush hour crawl home at 3pm.
Have you ever notice how Canadians love to talk about the weather? It is a daily source of conversation. I'll try not to go on about it, although I know I'm taking the subway to work again tomorrow. The route I take to work goes uphill, and I haven't put my snow tires on yet. A little late now, I know. And, I need new boots.

A few updates: my neighbour is out of the ICU, but still in the hospital. He is improving slowly. When his family was here, my neighbour (D) ended up telling (B's) brother that he was HIV positive. They racked their brains trying to figure out how he got it. Seems that B, being French had to spend some time in the army in France in the early 80's, before he met D. His brother recalls that he was very sick for a time while in the army, and that he required a blood transfusion. At the time, they did not test blood for HIV. Mystery solved.
However, the other mystery is, that the doctors don't know why he got so sick this time around. His HIV levels are low, and all biopsies were negetive for lymphoma. He has a mystery illness, which, I know, is not unheard of. The good part is, is that he is improving and likely will even be home before Christmas.

My eyes. While the average person here in Canada must wait approx 3 months to see an Opthalmologist, I used my hospital connections and got in two days after my optomitrist appt. It wasn't as easy as I'm making it out to be, when I tried to make an appointment on my own at the very hospital that I have faithfully worked at for 2/3 of my career, I was flatly turned down and told I would have to try to get an appt with a GP Opthalmologist because at this hospital, the Opthalmologists are Specialists. Whoop-dee-doo, I say. Isn't an Opthalmologist, and Opthalmologist?! Anyway, I got one of the docs I know to call an Eye Doc on my behalf and he saw me on his lunch hour. It took all of 10 minutes for him to tell me that a) my prescription is correct, and b) yes, the pressure in my eyes IS high. Not to worry, he will re-check me in 6 weeks, and do further visual field testing, and then decide what to do.
So, as eccentric as the Sugar Plum Fairy-Bag Lady was, she knew what she was doing, and I'll give her credit for a job well done.
I pick up my funky new glasses tomorrow on my way to the subway, on my way to work. Did I mention that one pair is red with green arms, and the other is purple?! LOL, I'm not kidding! I'll post some pics later this week. Did I mention the snow-storm?!

Someone told me something funny today. First a little background info. My two best friends at work are Salena and Edward. Ed is married, and Greg and I have spent quite a few evenings with Ed and his wife, Kate. At work, Edward and I arrange our breaks together and everyone knows that we are buddies. There is a new nurse at work who knew I was getting married, but thought I was marrying Edward! So she asked him how our wedding was! I thought this was terribly funny, but more so because she was mortified at her mistake! When other people make foot-in-mouth errors it's a lot more funny than when I do it!
Speaking of wedding, the photos from the chapel arrived, and they turned out pretty good. Really good, as a matter of fact.

I'll leave you with a pic of Saucy Mao having a sip of H2O. He thinks that every glass we pour is meant for him.