For tonight, anyway.
Steve is coming over and taking me to the local VFW for the pool tournament, eats, and beer. It will be raining, but now that we have the van, Steve takes me out even if the weather is bad.
Now that I can get back to bed by myself, Mrs. AOW won't have to wait up to tuck me in tonight. She needs her rest! This miserable winter has worn her down. All she does is shovel snow, then soak her aching back. Easter is late this year, and I think that we're going to get more winter weather. Damn.
I can hardly wait until spring really arrives. I want to see Ballsey! I'm sure that he's pining away for those biscuits that I give him when the weather is good enough for me to ride my scooter down the block.
This coming week, I get two more outings -- the stroke recovery club meeting and the neurologist.
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Don't get too cold while you're swimming in that pool.
I sure hope that they don't stage a fire drill during the tournament.
And I can't wait for Easter so that we can finally bury the herring!
Things are looking Up. Good stuff.
Yesterday, the weather here in the D.C. area was gorgeous! We went out in the van: to PetSmart. So glad to get out of the house!
Mr. AOW also got to see Ballsey, who was grateful for those biscuits. He hasn't gotten any biscuits in weeks.
Back to colder weather today, but a warmup is coming tomorrow.
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Schrodinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.
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Pavlov is sitting in a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, "Oh damn, I forgot to feed the dogs."
Helium walks into a bar and orders a beer.
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He doesn't react.
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