Yes!  Let me say it again.  Yes!  Yes!

Have you ever had one of those days…when everything went right.  And then evening came and you settled in and thought, “okay…time to wind down…wash my face…eat a good meal…maybe catch a little something on the boob tube.”  That’s exactly how I felt Monday night.  I mean, I had energy to burn!  I was almost giddy.  For those of you aware of the energy-zapping state of my last few years, you understand this is big!  Huge!

So, it’s Monday night.  I’m bopping about.  I’m scrubbing my bathtub, and cleaning out a dozen empty laundry detergent bottles to prepare them for recycling, and brushing the knots from Pawly’s hair (until Bella gets jealous and jumps her)…and, later, as I press a cold, wet towel to a throbbing cat scratch, it hits me.  My, God!  How could I forget!  It starts tonight!  The new season of The Bachelorette starts tonight!  At this point, I wonder if I can take on any additional joy.  But I seem to handle it quite well.  Swimmingly, in fact.  I think I could get used to this.

It’s 7:00 p.m.  Dancing With the Stars is about to begin (which is a little slice of heaven in itself).  I silently praise ABC for providing this plethora of television delights and, most of all, for seamlessly flowing from The Bachelor to The Bachelorette - without even skipping a week.  This is program planning at its finest.

“Today,” I whisper, “today was a good day.”  Because I met my new doctor.  And she was everything I hoped she would be.  Kind and concerned, understanding and compassionate…and she had her dog in the office.  I mean, c’mon!  From one animal lover to another…well, that’s just a sign.  A good one!  You think the old coot I used to go to would even consider allowing an animal in his office?  Not a chance.  Although something tells me an undisciplined retriever pup could have prepared a more thorough treatment program.  I digress.

The new doctor…she listened…sat with me for at least an hour asking question after question after question.  And, when I had them, she gladly answered mine.  I know…shocking.  Based on her suggestions and my symptoms and test results, we agreed on a treatment program…one that seems complete and (fingers crossed) one that will finally get me pointed in the right direction.

I walked out of her office into the sunlight, my brain racing with all the new information.  I had to remind myself to breathe.  In my gut, I knew this was right.  In my gut, I know…I KNOW I’m finally on the right track.  So, I pointed my Honda in the direction of Whole Foods, filled my cart with everything from organic ketchup to frozen tuna steaks and headed home with a skinny wallet and a trunk-full of health.

And then, at home…there he was - my old friend, Chris Harrison, and his new victim (the bachelorette), DeAnna Pappas.  So, maybe I’m not incredibly excited about DeAnna and her slightly bossy, tight-ass ways, but a few of those boys - oh my - they could be the cherry on top of my (no trans-fat, sugar-free) ice cream anyday.  The others?  Well, it will be interesting watching their competitive natures destroy any shred of logic.  Men.  They really are clueless, aren’t they?  I gotta get me one of them.

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