mOm and pOp have a full house so Keith, Paul and I are in a bed and breakfast about five minutes’ drive from their house. Sometime in the next half an hour I’m going to get up and abandon the joys of free wireless internet and get dressed and go downstairs to breakfast, which starts around 7:30. Then we’ll go visit Granny, and then the parents, and then Dr Filk.
Lady Miss Banjola, who is unabashedly anxious to speak to her long time musical partner and see for herself how he’s doing, joined us for the trip across the Strait (and dinner) last night. Dr. Filk’s accident aside she appears to be doing famously, and I look forward to her album release later this summer (details about the album and its acquisition will be posted at that time).
The B&B is a suburban house. I don’t know where this bed came from, but it’s the best bed for sleeping, both in terms of the pillows and the mattress, that I can recollect in many moons. My bed at home feels like a rock pile by comparison.
I think I’m getting an abscessed tooth. Grr.
I miss la Margot and Eddie and Gizmo.
I will report on Dr. Filk after I’ve seen him, but Pondside denizens report that the orthopod states that the foot operation went absolutely as well as could be hoped for the range of the injuries and the condition of the patient. Don’t know if it’s true, but that sure sounds hopeful. The drunk who t-boned him on his Burgmann has assumed 100% of the responsibility.
Looking forward to the homily tomorrow….
