I got up at 5 am today to pee, and that was it. I lay awake in bed until 6:15 then just got up, at which time I felt clammy and sweaty and dizzy. What the hell is that about?
BS 130…BP 107/69..a little low, but not dangerous. Three hours later, still feel same.
The kid arrived last night around 9 pm. She brought a couple dozen Delia’s tamales from the RGV.
We dropped off her car at the repair shop.
My mission is done: mostly, ‘ceptin’ to pay for it.
I ate four of the tamales with the hot salsa…delicious.
The kid asked me to make her some chorizo, potato, and egg tacos. OK, I’ll have one too. I feel an early nap coming on today.
The kittycats are getting a lot of attention from her. Now we find out they have fleas.
Great great great great great great…more money headed out of my pocket for feral kittycats.
That ain’t right.
The piano tuner finally showed up yesterday, and after 3 hours of plinking, pounding, tapping, rapping, he left and even took the albatross electric piano that the wife was wanting to give away. He said he would try to fix it, and give it to one of the local nursing homes. At least it’s gone, and she can continue her rearranging adventure.
I am outa here.