Post 146: Another do-nothing Sunday.
My weight has been up and down lately, but my chest pain constant—leading to my shorts becoming a bit too small around the waist and to a real lack of real big hugs.
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I weighed myself...
Post 145: Who am I?
We all live life without thinking too hard about who we are—until something happens.
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I was a much-loved boy in a house of five, and as the middle kid I was neither first nor last, hot nor cold, good ...
Post 144: Chocolate treats and graveyard chatter.
Is there anything better than a good scratch in the morning, before you get into gear for a new day? I don’t think so.
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I’m lying in bed counting up my aches and pa...
Post 143: A quiet meeting of minds.
Dr S inquired, and I sat, listened, and taught too.
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I’ll start at the end and then fill out the gaps.
As I slowly pushed up out of the chair to end this meeting, and to end the discus...
Post 142: What could possibly go wrong?
One sleep to go till the pow-wow and my brain has stopped functioning, it’s too full of questionable questions.
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I snuck downstairs and settled in the comfy rocker after giving Mr ...
