I am waiting for approval or refusal from an official body regarding a job. The job was supposed to start on April 15, but the official body did not meet until April 17. (I am picturing a group of body parts getting together, arm, arm, leg, leg, head. Where is the pelvis? Probably out fooling around.) They initially said they would let me know by April 19 and then changed it to by May 1. So, any time between yesterday and May 1. This makes planning a bit difficult.

And weight. I drop ten pounds with pneumonia. I did not gain it back for a year. Then I went past my “normal”, about ten pounds. Now I have come down six pounds. I am not taking one of the weight loss drugs. I am just reducing sweets and also letting my self be just a little hungry and walking. I am not losing weight fast. My goal is about 2 pounds per month.

The last three days my appetite has dropped, which is a stress sign for me. I am taking my friend to get radiation and it took four hours on Thursday and three yesterday. I have to back off if my appetite goes. The combination of waiting and taking care of her is a bit too much. Partly because there are multiple snafus, in both arenas. (Now I am picturing the body parts gathering in a football arena. Wordplay.)

Today I do not have things on the schedule. I may just putter and write and think, feed the cats, do laundry. Nothing much.

How about some music? The first one is a psychedelic band album: new to me. The second is a song sung by Rotarians in the 1960s. Maybe now too, though not by our club.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wait.