Good morning brothers and sisters! Hugs all around, passing left!
Hopefully I'm through replacing batteries for a bit after replacing batteries in both cars, and our digital backdoor house lock. With my recent luck I'm glad I don't wear a pacemaker.
My health insurance provider just sent me a blood pressure kit for monitoring my BP, but I already have two. They also called to make sure I was taking my BP meds and are trying to get between me and my doctors, with their own medical advisors which I am resisting.
No gym this morning and off to the Screendoor restaurant with Grayfox and Nutrition Magician. A coin toss between sloth and debauchery for the balance of the day.
Good morning Misfits. Sitting in my favorite chair, smoking a bowl and waiting for my brother to call. Had another rough night, but that seems to be par for the course. And I don't like golf. C'est la vie, que sera sera, yada yada nada...
Good morning, MIsfits! Nothing on the calendar except a run to God's Country and more leaves to relocate. Probably have to put the feed bag on the Old Hen while I'm at it.
Ah, relief from the sweet leaf. Remembering when I was a teenager and jamming on Black Sabbath, the song Sweet Leaf started with Ozzy coughing loudly before the guitar and drums kicked in.