Mom's hip is acting up-she can barely walk. Daddy wants me to go to the doctor with her and I think that's a good idea. She tends to downplay things and doesn't listen very well any more.
The spotties and Cody are at the kennel. Greta and I are driving to Texas tomorrow to pick up a snake rack. Greta actually likes riding in the car, and I will enjoy the company.
I took my stitches out and felt immediately better. Stitches in a fat belly just aren't pleasant. They itch with every wiggle and jiggle.
I'm studiously NOT thinking about what I am going to do to earn a living. Eventually I will have to do something, but I'd like to give fate an opportunity to jump in. It's been doing a good job so far.
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