Charles R. Knight’s Brontosaurs. Hey, fellas! Any room in that swamp for me?
Yesterday was Hell Day. It ended with my catheter threatening to fall apart just at bedtime! I taped it back together, back onto my leg. This should not be, and yet it is.
I am under orders today from my wife and from my editor to do damnitall nothing–repeat, nothing–unless it’s something I really want to do. I am cleared to sit outside in the sun and enjoy a cigar. Frankly, I can use it.
I’d like to crank out a couple of blog posts, too.
We are just short of resolving, at all costs, not to see any doctors today. Somebody has to fix my catheter. I’d like to to be someone who knows how to do it.