Drove my Chevvy, well, er Mitsubishi to work. Through the frozen tundra in -25 wind chill, what a thrill. I am a poet and don't know it. Nice to be flippant at times, hard to be with people who take themselves too seriously. Bumpy weeks now smoothing out a little, Mrs E seems to be happier with me. I now have a machine to help me sleep. It pumps compressed air through a mask on my face to stop me snoring and actually get air into my lings for a change. The theory is that I will wake feeling refreshed in the morning instead of wanting, and being able, to sleep for another 4 hours. That would be nice. Cold weather has arrived, later than usual, thanks Alberta for the cool air, bet you don't miss it.
Looking forward to my next week of in patient therapy coming up in a couple of weeks. Watch out satan, the King is about.
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