I took Rich to the South Bend International Airport and Transportation Center at 6:00 this morning for a quick trip down to Orlando for a trade show. The thingie on the car said it was minus eleven degrees. I think it's supposed to be sixty in Orlando today.
Jersey Boy didn't want to go.
Silly, silly, Jersey Boy.
My plan for the day is rather extensive. I'm going to sit in the Happy Chair and ice my arm, drink damn good, read the paper, watch all of the TeeVee, stitch, and eat.
(Grueling, I know, but I've been training for this for years, Kids, so don't try this at home.)
Life is actually pretty swell in these here parts. Buzzy is stiff and sore as a matter of natural course, and I have another day and a half of healing time before heading back for dialysis. New Years Day falling on a Monday prompted me switching to a Sunday, Wednesday, Friday rotation this week, and I think this extra day us really a blessing.
So that's it for me and the chickens. Rumor has it that they will have something to say in the very near future so stay tuned!