today has been brought to you by the letter M

M for Matt the mail carrier, who brought necessary brain meds from my local pharmacy, M for meds, see above, and M for Miles the computer tech who, while on the way through my front door just prior to repairing Dolly the laptop's malfunctioning E key, said, "You have a package!" Turns out Matt the mail carrier was making morning package deliveries, and tucked mine discreetly into the corner of my doorway. He has, to my knowledge, no idea that I wouldn't see it there. So M for Matt+M for Miles=M for meds, which=Chanter not having a horrible few days after all (I was rather worried, since I'd run out of this particular prescription, and several days without it is an undeniably bad time; been there. As it was, last night/this morning were not fun.)

W-H-E-W!

Having learned my lesson, I called in a refill for the other brain meds prescription this morning, while I still have a few more days' wiggle room in play. Hedging my bets, as I said to the lovely pharmacy tech.

M is also for majorly sleepy, since goofed-up sleep schedule issues and the aforementioned not feeling spectacular in the brains department meant last night/this morning were loooong. I'm not going to zonk until after at least part of the Packer game, though.