Holy crap what a day.

G and I went to the drug store, the grocery store, Target, and then home again just made it home a couple of minutes after the physical therapy guy left.

Half and hour after I got home the visiting nurse showed up. She checked The Curmudgeon over again and his lungs still sound clear.

Just as she is leaving, the speech therapist arrived.

I’ll never keep all these people straight. Especially when they phone here asking for The Curmudgeon and sound like a sales call.

And you are? What’s your line?