First thing tomorrow morning, I get to go to the doctor for my blood pressure. I am terrified that they’ll find all sorts of things wrong with me that I never knew were there. “I say, old boy, did you know you’ve got a rather nasty thing going on inside your duodenum?”
Yesterday I almost popped a gasket when it seemed Medicare was going to confiscate the money for my aunt’s pre-paid funeral. Hint: Put the money in an irrevocable trust where they can’t get it. My aunt had wisely done so, as we found out after a time.
Please pray I get spared evil tidings tomorrow.
Now back to the kittens.