We had to go to the hospital for The Curmudgeon to get an MRI of his thoracic spine. So glad I took my Kindle along since they took him in fast and I was left sitting in the waiting room. With the Kindle the time passed quickly.

The Neurologist told The Curmudgeon he can’t drive until she sees the results of his latest MRI. He’s not thrilled. If she takes his driving license away we’ll sell the truck. We can use the bucks and we can save all that insurance money that we shell out for it.