Spent the day yesterday sitting in the waiting room of the hospital while The Curmudgeon had an extensive MRI of the brain. Again. I keep telling them all they’ll find is air.

We won’t know anything until after the neurologist gets the results.

Last week, I ran him for a blood test, and the week before that, we visited his neurologist.

We spend a lot of time sitting in waiting rooms.  I hate waiting rooms.

I am very glad to have my Kindle with me. I don’t want to read a magazine that some toddler has drooled on or someone has coughed and sneezed on, no thank you.

You all have a good one.