Saturday Night’s All Right for Musing

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One of the benefits of being a weather geek is that I knew this storm was predicted last week. While grocery stores were out of bread and milk and there were long lines at the gas stations, I spent Saturday preparing in a different way: at the emergency room. As I’ve said before, I’m a hypochondriac. I’ve been having pain in my left side for about a week and a half. It fluctuates in intensity. As we’re expecting this behemoth of a sn*wstorm, I decided that I should get it checked TODAY, so there wouldn’t be any need to call an ambulance with six inches of crud on the roads. Everything went quickly and smoothly. The doctor told me I was full of $#!*. (Seriously, he gave me a laxative…apparently those fiber bars don’t have enough fiber!) I was home less than three hours after I showed up. That’s very comforting to know that I won’t need an ambulance ride up a narrow, winding, steep road for that in the next few days! While I was waiting I watched part of the procession for President Carter. I wept considerably. He was president when I joined the Navy, so he was my Commander in Chief. Of course, he was a Navy man himself. What a wonderful legacy of faith and actions based on that faith he left! All there is to do now is wait for the evil white stuff, which they predict will be here by 8 AM. I’ve been watching live feeds out of Missouri, where they’re having a mess of an ice storm, and it’s not good. I’m thankful I’m home, with a pantry full of food and a freezer full of potatoes for infamous potato soup. Y’all have a great evening, and I’m praying for everyone in the path of the sn*w in the Midwest as well as the severe weather in the Deep South. The photo is the door of a chain called Slim Chickens. I thought that explanation of their hours (“open unless we’re closed”) was quite funny. Here’s Elton singing “Saturday Night’s All Right for Fighting.”