November 30

After I cleared the bed yesterday morning I came face to face with a funky mood and it rode with me till almost bed time. Due to the impending visit to the doctor, it could have been hanging around waiting for a chance to meet me. With blood tests to be taken we kept all food from out palate and the coffee cup from our lips. I'm believing now that in all days past the coffee has been an instrumental part in my defense of that dreaded funk. Dragging ass through the morning, it wasn't until around 11:00 that I found out black coffee is an okay thing during the fast before a blood test. By then it was too late to worry about it so I just kept dragging along till late evening as I reclined back in my big old chair with a good book.

The funk may have caused the answer to the doctor to be what it was after he asked how I was doing. I answered that I was feeling pretty good overall. Told him that after the morning shower some of my joints let a little of their aches go after which I had taken my daily aspirin, my two blood pressure pills, the cholesterol pill and also the vitamins that Dory thinks we should have every day. I was dressed and had inserted my partial plate, stuck my hearing amplifiers into their respective ears and with my eye glasses on was able to get to Columbia to see him for verification as to my well being. I told him that things would stay fine as long as he didn't ask me to stretch out my left arm and hand too far because when I did it created a hot pain like streak to run from the tip of my third finger to about halfway up the lower part of my forearm. Also it would ruin my visit if he asked me to get down on both knees because of the pain that would create in my right one.

Anyway, I'm healthy as an old put out to pasture horse but I can still be led to partake in several activities. Tho, I do a lot or rearing and must be dragged to a gambling boat it can become an accomplished feat if the dragger is so determined.

Dory is a quite a bit healthier than I but she has very little extra weight to carry around and no spousal cross to bear such as mine.

Hey, don't worry about the mule just load the wagon.

"Toleration is good for all, or it is good for none."- Edmund Burke