Good morning. My hands are cold. I headed out for my walk with my phone instead of my discman, and the ear buds are too big for my ears, and kept falling out. The volume in my phone is not very loud, and I don’t know how to fix it, even though it is set to “max.” So with the traffic, I couldn’t hear what was playing. Just as well, I guess.
My 40 minute walk was cut to 25 minutes because my right leg was just too doggone painful. I don’t know wassupwithat.
I was going to stay home and do nothing today, but Busdaddy isn’t feeling well and wants me to come and hold his hand when he gets off work. Next week, they change bids, so his days off will be Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. My life is not my own.
I took Sally to the dermatologist to get the wart on her hand zapped with nitrogen. Next we’ll going to Walmart. I could only run for a few minutes yesterday because my leg hurt. I don’t know what’s up with that.
Busdaddy should get a stuffed animal.
My hands are cold, too.