An unexpected side-effect of my being banned from going upstairs:
Most of my clean clothes are still in the upstairs bedroom. If I want a clean shirt, I ask Deb to bring one down for me. What if she chooses the wrong shirt? Quelle horreur :-)
The result is... I've been wearing pretty much the same clothes for... quite a while now.
I'm thinking... tomorrow I may go full-Pom... change into clean clothes. Whether I need to or not :-)
Today is a good day. A few emails written and sent overnight, though they now need a follow-up phone call.
And... with the rogaine wrapped up... I find that I missed one of my letters being printed in the paper. And missed a response, not an attack but a letter in a similar vein... from another Letter-writer.
Autographs available on request :-)
Caught up with my favourite (only remaining) aunt. She's in hospital (respite) not well, but still alive :-)
The rest of the day is relaxing and enjoyable.
Tonight I'm restless, so I read till late.
Deb says that I'm due to lower my Dex, a useful drug but an "upper" ) dose tomorrow... so I should get a little more sleepy.
More sleepy? Is that even possible :-?
Dr Nick Lethbridge / Independent Dexitroboper
half blind, half deaf, dying of cancer,
So what.
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I also only have one aunt alive. She is in reasonable health.
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