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.
4 comments:
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).
We're so glad you're home...
Sioux,
I 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."
Well okay then. Now put your feet up and drink some water.
River,
I'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.
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