Had the silly test, today. Woman had me strip to my shorts while she
slathered me all over with something slimy and rubbed a cold, vaguely
phallic looking gizmo around my neck, chest and, once or twice, alarmingly
close to Mr. Happy. Woulda been a lot more fun if she'd been better looking.
Anyway, she said it didn't look any different than it did 2 years ago (I
assumed by "it," she meant the results).
Didn't see the doctor so I didn't get to holler at him about the expensive
meds... next week, for that.
Just took my
Lyrica. Three more hours to midnight grill. Couldn't find any
New York Pinot Noir, but I found one from Oregon... figured that was about
the same latitude, probably lots of rain, there... gotta be some fungus for
those grapes to tussle with so there should be plenty of reswhatsit in it.
John