Getting back slowly. Blogger promptly ate my title and first line. Most of the tale will be on my not-so-secret blog. It's 4:39 p.m. Thursday as I type, and snow is swirling around my kitchen window nook. Pony is in an early tub, and Farmer H is watching some dumb western. All is getting back to right with my world.
HM is back! Victorious over those evil medical personnel who tried to keep you there even longer (so they could be entertained by your humor).
ReplyDeleteWe're so glad you're home...
Sioux,
ReplyDeleteI did indeed have to fight evil medical personnel. At least one. It was not my humor that made me so desirable, but rather my insurance, I fear.
I'm glad to be home, but a little scared. Which doesn't even have anything to do with Farmer H trying to kill me.
"All is getting back to right with my world."
ReplyDeleteWell okay then. Now put your feet up and drink some water.
River,
ReplyDeleteI'm at 8 red Solo cups a day. Sometimes more. The feet up will have to wait. Can't get to my OPC (Old People Chair) yet.