Now my thing is dreams about being dragged back to the hospital, no escape. I have another “test” coming up just this week! Following a day of “dieting,” of course. Nothing like having something to look forward to.
It’s been raining all weekend, so I can’t sit in the sun and calm my spirit.
I have just found out today is Father’s Day. Last time we visited my dad for Father’s Day, we played stickball.
Nobody left for that anymore.
Happy Father’s Day. Im glad you’re home and feeling better.