As much as I had to say yesterday, and I very much appreciate the massive positive response, today I have almost nothing to say with huge objections from somewhere. I have been instructed not to say a thing more about the politicians I would like to shoot, forbidden from talking about how my friends are doing and what I am doing. So far as I can tell, that leaves playing tic tac toe and I do not know how to do that on a iPad. I cannot even ridicule the Marlins because they did not play.
I mysteriously lost several hours between about 7 and 10 p.m. after dinner, I sat down to watch the news and maybe find something to say in this post. Somehow, I never got to turn on the television, someone obviously smothered me in ether, and the next thing I remember is awakening and found Barbara upstairs.
I used to laugh at my Father who seemed to sleep more and better in his chair than in his bed, but now that seems to be what I am doing.
How could the Senate Republicans vote against the same ethics code for the Supreme Court Justices as governs every other Federal Judge? The patients really are in charge of the asylum.
How can the tree surgeons I called to cut down three trees and cart them away charge more than the world renowned surgeon at Jackson who removed a substantial part of my liver and saved my life?
Today Barbara goes to see “Barbie”. I will have lunch with Steven and maybe Beth. Yesterday, I was very good about my sodium intake but felt like I had too much alcohol to drink and I had none.
If you are not familiar with this recording, listen to Willie Nelson sing “I’ll Love You To The Day I Die”.
I have a very serious question: has your doctor every told you to sleep with your legs up above your heart? Impossible unless you can sleep on your head.
See you tomorrow. At least that is my plan.