I appreciate the concern, but I’m alright, pretty much. There’s no real driving to speak of now, because he’s in really bad shape nowadays, barely eating, talking out of his head, etc. I’m already back to driving when need be, and even walked a quarter mile Saturday, though slowly. (There’s a park across the road with a walking track).
The cussedness is incurable. But y’all wouldn’t know what to do with me otherwise, right? :) And anyway, who wants to have a lobotomy by choice, except a leftist?
There is that, alright! LOL.
God be with you.
Goodness knows no one else can stand the smell!
Just kidding.