In theory it works…but in real life?
We’ll see.
Oh, yeah the theory…if I keep taking the dogs outside with me eventually they will get bored with grazing or beating the crap out of each other and will begin to relax in the yard and let me work rather than have to keep my eyes on them all the time.
Or not…
Patty says, “Oh, Brudder let me gnaw on yer neck.” Yeah, I’ll get to work out there with them…not very likely.
Good news and more pictures…
Ultrasound is over and I passed with flying colors. Won’t hear about the blood test until my next appointment unless there’s a problem.
Here’s what the rest of my day was like:
More pictures!
My cardiologist appointment went very well. He is extremely pleased with me. I don’t go back to him again for another 6 months. Yay!
Yeah, it does need weeding.
You all have a good one!
Another day of MS fogginess for The Curmudgeon
The Curmudgeon was all befuddled yesterday because his routine suffered interruption by some religious idiots knocking on our door. It threw him so far off, that he forgot to take his morning medications, thank you very much you useless fools who knock on doors trying to force your religious views on others. Be glad I was asleep.
Once I woke up, I managed to get things back in order. I’m so glad I’ve taken to checking his pill containers twice a day to see if he took his morning and evening pills.
Yes, his MS is affecting his brain function. If he doesn’t do things in a certain order each day, he forgets stuff and gets all muddled.
You all have a good one.
What a lovely day we had.
It’s a darned shame that with nice weather my energy levels didn’t go up. If they had, I would’ve done so much yesterday that people would have fallen down in dead faints to see it.
However, no one fainted, and I accomplished only minimal amounts of work. I think my get up and go, got up and went. If you happen to see it would you kindly direct it back here?
Being outside in the sunshine was a pure invitation to laziness and my playful side. The dogs and I had a rip-roaring wild game of find Mommy–tag, she’s it! They are still snoring in their crates. Funny, by now they normally want a last out. I may have to wake them for that.
You all have a good one!
Blessings on Boston. A candle burns in this house for you all.
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