I spent an hour! An hour on tagging today! I made a list of great tags and funny descriptions of them. And then… I tried doing some tagging. I went allll the way back to the dawn of this blog. I looked at the first entry. I edited out a sentence. I applied some tags. And then my face probably looked like this:
I realized a few things:
1. To tag every entry in this blog, I’ll need to revisit my very sick November. Every nuance of it. Because I want to tag accurately and these entries are very wide-ranging.
2. I am having brain surgery tomorrow. Today may not be the day to get a labor-intensive, legacy-type project done.
3. Legacy project?! I’m going to be fine!
4. Mom called and I needed to meet her at the subway.
Mom’s here! Mom’s here! And she respected my wishes and did not bring more Lego into our home. (This time.)
Off to enjoy my evening with my mom and the boys while J plays basketball (and then wakes up at an ungodly hour to accompany me to the hospital).
The nurse from the gamma knife department called to give me instructions for tomorrow. I listened, took notes, gave her more info than she needed in response to her questions. I asked if I could bring my own music and she said, “Ummm… the physicist can probably figure that out.” At the end of the call I said, “I’m really looking forward to this!!!”
Suffice it to say, they are probably already a little scared of me.