Well, dear readers, I am attempting to write these here notes despite horrible cramping again. I just don’t know what to do about it – if I stop taking the Mestinon I worry that my double vision will come back. But I had no cramping after I cut back. But today I took a couple and here we are and I tell you it is making me berserk. First of all, it is really painful – both hands. Second of all, typing is a bitch and I am trying to finish a book and was doing well this evening until nine, when this happened. It is beyond frustrating and beyond the valley of the dolls. I finally just started screaming at the top of my lungs for it to stop. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop because there’s no one here to even hear the screaming. But as long as I’m bitching and moaning as well as moaning and bitching, I cannot deal with my runny nose either or the cough. I think we’re in a very bad allergy season right now. I’m doing Claritin-D and Flonase, but they’re really not helping much. And then there’s the fact that I look like I’m pregnant with      quintuplets. I want all this annoying stuff to just stop, and I want to go on Zepbound now. Rant over – for now. Yesterday was a day. I only got five hours of sleep, and I’ve about had it with that, too. Once up, I answered e-mails, decided not to futz and finesse until after I got home from dinner, did some other stuff on the computer, then got ready for the matinee. I went to the mail place first – and shockingly the secondary important envelope was not there, which is worrisome. I may finally make that a direct deposit, too. Hopefully, it will be there today so I can get it and deposit it. I then moseyed on over to the theater. One of our leading men is sick – bad cold – and as sometimes happens, he was overcompensating just trying to get through the show, and that resulted in things he’s never done before and that didn’t work, character-wise. So, we talked after the show, and he’ll get a steroid shot if he doesn’t improve by Tuesday. It was a pretty good performance and the audience enjoyed it. The Pearls were there and I knew several other folks, too.

After the show, I met the Pearls and Kay Cole at Little Toni’s – they’re adding onto the building and doing updates, so that’s fun. I had spaghetti with butter and cheese. It was a huge portion, and I could only finish half. It was simple and good. We all had fun gabbing. After that, I came right home and began futzing and finessing. After that, I wrote about six new pages, but then the damn cramping started so I took a break, hoping it would get better, but alas, it did not. I’m barely getting through these here notes. I think when I’m finished writing them I’ll take a hot shower and maybe that will help.

Today, I’ll try to be up by eleven at the latest, I’ll futz and finesse, and then I’m going to buckle down, Winsocki, and try to do a marathon writing day and evening and my goal will be to do at least fifteen pages and if I’m feeling it, maybe more. If the important envelope arrives, I’ll go pick it up and deposit it in the bank, then come home and continue writing. I’ll eat something at some point, but it’s basically a writing day.

Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye comes, so I’ll have to breakfast and do stuff until eleven-thirty. The timing of her interruptions could not be worse. Then I’ll do another marathon writing session and maybe even finish the book. Then send the last batch of pages to Muse Margaret and then I’m relaxing for the rest of the week. And hopefully, we’ll announce a CD release.

Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora or  the rhumba, for today is the birthday of our beloved dear reader Iris. So, let’s give our beloved dear reader Iris a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR BELOVED DEAR READER IRIS!!!

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven at the latest, futz and finesse, write, eat, hopefully pick up an important envelope, bank, write, write, and write. Today’s topic of discussion: You come up with it, sorry. I literally cannot take this pain and cramping one minute more. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, saying as loudly as I can: ENOUGH WITH THE CRAMPING – KNOCK IT OFF!