Gary off to fix one of the telephone problems.
My sense of humor at work. Prince's nickname started out as "Hot Dog" and now has been shorten to just "Dog."
Prince and Gary worked together back in the Nortel days and now they are once again working side by side at the hospital.
I felt like we need the hospital last week. On Tuesday if it was possible I do believe I coughed up a lung. Yes, Mimi and I got the flu and we are still feeling the after effects.
I was able to crawl off the hill only twice last week. Once to get Mimi to the hair dressers and the next time to help retrieve the blue farm truck which had been in the shop getting it's transmission fixed. I only drove the silver bullet back from the shop and thought at one time I would have to pull over as I had scummed to another coughing attack. I did stop by the post office and drop all my invitations into the mail box. I guess that is all that was done by this sick kitty.
Our Anniversary came and both Prince and I were happy to be walking upright. We did manage a mini date to TSC for birdseed and corn for the deer.
The Kitty Justice is that we on the hill are better but will need some more time to be 100 percent.