I am having a hard time getting started today. I didn’t even get out of bed till almost seven, and I am still sitting here at the computer in my nightie. I have music to learn properly before singing it this morning. I need to put gas in my car. I left the book I bought at the store and intended to pick it up first thing today. And… oh, never mind. I guess as long as I put some clothes on before church, it doesn’t matter what else I do.

I blame it on the bikers. The rumble of motorcycles all night, plus my husband having gone downtown for BBQ and waking me up when he got home in the wee hours of the morning — is that a good excuse?

The Empress showed me an article about Type D behavior. You may remember Type A and Type B. It was suggested that Type A people — controlling, hard-driven, competitive folks — were more susceptible to heart attacks than the more laidback Type B folks. This was then expanded to include Type C, people who deny their emotions but feel aggrieved and put-upon, who were thought to be more susceptible to cancer.

It turned out that this division could not be supported by actual data, but it was sort of fun, at least for Type B people like me. After all, there are two kinds of people in the world: those who believe that there are two kinds of people in the world, and those who don’t.

Well, researchers are now proposing a Type D: the distressed patient. These are people who worry a lot, who fret over things, are often irritable and upset, and also tend to have limited social lives. These folks, according to the article, are less likely to comply with treatment, and less likely to survive if they should have heart attacks.

I am skeptical of this, because I can imagine a happy-go-lucky noncompliant patient as well as a cross and irritable one. I also know a few Type D people, and they do not seem less healthy or closer to death, unless it is at the hands of the people around them. My husband (who does not follow any medical advice or do anything he is supposed to do for his health, and yet has the lipid numbers, according to the nurse, “of a sixteen-year-old”) is one of those people. The doctors don’t even check his cholesterol any more, and he lives primarily on saturated fat and hot peppers. Occasionally, when he sighs heavily and tells me he is going to die soon, I snap at him.

Sometimes it puts me in mind of a TV show I saw many years ago, in which the ghost of a cheerleader haunts a girl filled with teen angst. “Perk up!” says the ghost at one point. “I’m dead and I’m not depressed!”

The Empress’s article did not have any suggestions for such people. Oh, it said everyone should eat right and exercise, but it didn’t suggest ways to perk up. Or ways to sidestep the Type D health issues. It seems a little unfair to me that people who are already not happy should also have to worry about their health. Because you know they will.

This will totally cheer you up: a site with many free lace edging and insertion patterns. I haven’t looked at all of them, but just the names are poetry: Kilgorie Edge, Geneva Lace, Smyrna Insertion (actually, that could sound medical or martial, too; it depends on your attitude), Mikado Lace. And if those names do not intrigue you, there is also “skull cap for an elderly lady.”