This morning started with me running over my grandmother's recipe for pimento cheese sandwiches to George's mom. Mrs. Jones was busy in the kitchen watching the stove as some biscuits baked. She gave me a piece of sublime bacon to eat and I headed back home.
Dad picked me up at ten. Amazingly, it is becoming hard to find a Hardee's around here in the South. They have the best breakfast biscuits. We found one in Columbus and gorged ourselves on steak biscuits and diet cokes.
Good news! I am discharged from physical therapy. Not feeling well lately turning getting to physical therapy a thrice of the week ordeal. That, and I hated the damned exercise bicycle they wanted me to ride every morning.
I am home now just enjoying a peaceful mind. You really appreciate the good days. I now know how a crack addict felt when getting high on crack. Life mentally well is addicting.
Through all I've been through these past few weeks, Maggie still gets her daily walk. She was strutting her stuff this afternoon as we paraded through the neighborhood. There were also the mandatory stops at the fences of various dogs in the neighborhood. Your standard sniffing each other through the fence type stuff went on.