I have gotten some but not all of the Valentines cards ready.
I go to the doctor this morning. Jeff’s going to drive me and then take me in to work. I slept okay but my chest still feels funny; it doesn’t exactly hurt.
I’m making waffles. We had leftovers last night. Lima beans make for really dreadful gas, but there’s sort of a running contest around here (I’m losing, just so we keep it straight) so no harm done.
I’ve got a date for Saturday night. I don’t mind a restaurant meal – I really want to see the dog! All 110 pounds of her.
LTGW called last night to check up on me. I like it when people phone me.
I feel really stupid these days. Honestly, I think in the last month I’ve lost about 20 IQ points. You won’t get any argument from Jeff. I just wish I could have oxygen all the time, that was so lovely. Dries you out though. John V. warned me after I got the O2 that I’d be coughing for the rest of the day.
