The weekend is here. Blessed be!
My back is better. I can get around quite well now, as long as I don't do something stupid and try to pivot to put tapes in a series of blue recycling bags and then dragging/carrying those bags up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Patricia's back is sore. I ended up taking her home at lunch time and got permission to work from home this afternoon, to save a trip back to work.
After work, I checked in on Patricia, who was resting comfortably. She eventually got up and got something to eat and returned to bed around 9:30 She will probably sleep soundly through the night, as I will, soon.
I also mowed the lawn. The grass was so high that if I hadn't done it soon, the family of pygmies down the street would have asked if they could move to my front lawn and live out their lives.
The weekend is here, and I am bound and determined to finish transcribing the latest Bevboy's Blog interview. Darn me for being so unproductive lately.
I will report back on how much work I get done, this weekend.
Hey, it's bed time. You know what that means. Time to grab Newbie and head off to the old Schlafzimmer, there to hit what my dad always called the fart sack. I'd give my left winky blinky to be able to hear him say that just one more time.
See you tomorrow, my pretties.
Bevboy
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