Done with the Doc.

Well,  not forever. 

But he did say something to the effect that he didn’t want to see me again until maybe next year.  Seems the “Cholesterol-o-meter”  is registering back down in the normal range.  You could shoot a cannon through my veins. 

Alright, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.

I did whine a little bit about the cramping in my right foot,  but in the grand scheme of things,  I’ll suck it up.  Some days it’s hardly noticeable,  but there are times when it starts to act up with no provocation whatsoever.  He suggested taking some Tylenol. 

Like I couldn’t have come up with that one myself.

 

So now of course,  since the temperature has gone up to something relatively close to the freezing mark,  all the snow on the roof is starting to melt off.

Got this one creepy looking icicle just outside the window here.

 

Took me three tries to try and get that picture.  Still not happy,  but the sun is going down. 

Not much excitement today.  No painting.  Just running the roads like most Wednesdays.  Travelling Companion only worked a half day today (I know!) and had a sewing lesson in the afternoon.   Oh,  a FREE sewing lesson.   She didn’t even realise it was going to be free.  She bought her machine in 03,  and apparently there were some lessons involved that she forgot she had coming to her?   A pleasant little surprise.

She always seems to be in a pretty good mood after these lessons.  There’s usually some quirky little thing that the machine will do that she either didn’t know about or had forgot.  

Whatever floats yer boat, I guess.  Some folks go and get a massage.  She goes for sewing lessons. Who knew?

 

She’s in the next room watching the Olympics.  I’m sure she could watch each and every event.   They’re currently showing the double Luge.  Have you ever seen this one?

Now,  I have to say this about that. 

First of all, my testicles man parts where starting to hurt a little just watching this,  so I left the room.

Secondly, it would seem that the team to beat is from Austria,  and it’s two brothers.  Andreas and Wolfgang Linger.    This is their fourth Olympics.  But that’s beside the point,  or at least the point I’m trying to make. 

Here’s the thing:   I love my brothers.  All of them.  No really.  I might poke fun at them once in a while but hey,  they’re my brothers dammit,  and I’ll poke fun if I want to. 

HOWEVER,  hurtling down a Luge track at over 120 k.p.h. in that fashion?  Oh boy. 

Who’s going to be on top?  Who gets squished?

Erp.  Man parts hurtin’ again.   Let’s move on.

 

Meanwhile…this just in.  The Germans took the gold.

Not brothers.  Two dudes who just know each other.  I wonder if the *know* each other?   Wink wink,  nudge nudge?

Think they’d make Putin nervous?

I’m getting over into some sort of “danger zone” here,  so I’d better shut up.

 

Enjoy the rest of your day.

 

One more to go.

 

 

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