Keep those cards and letters coming.
If it's not about me I don't want to hear it.
(The problem with this world is that there's too much "me" to go around.)
At 51 I'm almost playing with a full deck!
I spent my birthday, yesterday, in bed with intestinal problems, took the cure for amoebas and salmonella, couldn't drink much because of it.
Still off cigs!
I watched a lot of TV yesterday because I wasn't feeling well, but God was good. I got to see three Law and Order episodes, one which I hadn't seen before, two that I had perhaps seen only once. And I fell asleep during The Fugitive. That's good viewing on Mexican basic cable.
My faithful Kathleen spent the day with me.
No epiphanies save slight nausea and a fullness in my abdomen and that I hate Mexico. But you knew that.
Just de-wormed myself a few weeks ago, hope I don't need that again.
I have to take more medicines for parasites than a dog.
Thanks, daughters and friends, for the nice e-cards. I especially like Rachel's, wherein she correctly identified me as the black sheep of the family.
If your life is so boring you stopped to read this, well, what can I say?
"Keep coming back!" as in AA.
Dr. Chaffin, aging neophyte