I had one of these when I was a boy: Grandma bought him for me. A nice, tame collared swift. Oh, the memories…
We’re both too sick to keep our current doctors’ appointments (today and Monday)–although Patty is much better than she was last night–so they have to be rescheduled. They want to push Monday’s appointment out to August (!), which would mean another six weeks (!!!) on this loopy “no fresh fruit or vegetables” diet. I don’t think I can stand any more of it. Who do I have to clobber with my cane to get some fresh raspberries?
This is all because they installed a very sick man into my room at what they laughingly call a rest home, and I got his illness and Patty got it from me. Gee thanks, fellas! What are they trying to do to me? I want some orange slices! Please!
Thank you for your prayers so far–and keep ’em coming, we are much in need of them.