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Billions swindled? Our land invaded? Voter fraud? There will be no cleanup until the guilty are perp walked to prison. I'll not hold my breath.
Sober set this week, OUC. Thank you!
Right now I'm pretty well bed-ridden with a severe sinus congestion. Not at all in my best mood.
Hey, get well my friend! My wife gets those nasty sinus thingys and they are not fun.
Just win~lose~win~lose~win~win barely won most PC Klondike solitaire games with a murky mind.
Recently read somewhere playing that game is good mental exercise. Now I'm tired again!
I usually get allergies this time of year, mainly dust and the cold temps.
Please get well my friend.
PS, if I can squint through watering eyes and make out he type after I adjust the size, I let it go, other wise I find another way to make it readable, including retyping after size adjustment.
I wish the site I get the best stuff from paid more attention to print quality.
Wednesday I told a bandage nurse who comes to my house about how I was feeling bad. She took my temp as usual and it was 98.
Friday a hospital nurse at my wound specialist's office took my temp and it was still 98.
Since I'm not coughing or sneezing, I do not think I'm contagious. I just still feel bad.
Hey, when I come out of this crap, I'll say it is because you said please.
I may soon feel better. Made an appointment with my family doctor. Hoping for a shot of antibiotics tomorrow.
Predicted by the Babylon Bee
Reminds me of something someone said once: Getting married is like getting a subscription to Playboy. The first month, you run to the mailbox and open up the plastic wrapper and go straight to the centerfold-- Miss April 1986!
The next month, you run to the mailbox, tear the wrapper open again, and go straight to the centerfold; Miss April1986!!
Whaa?
Forty years later:
Hey another issue.
Yep, Miss April 1986.
I'm going to take her to a tractor pull for our anniversary.
Think I'm doing too much?