Yesterday, I felt like I was doing a lousy job in the Fran department. Not that everything in the cosmos is within my control, but . . .
Evidently there's a shortage of oxy co done (not sure I want this to pop up in the searches being done across the nation). What's a person in pain to do? I'm going to give her doc a call before I leave to work this morning. "What can we do to solve this?"
Also she and her J had hoped to get together this weekend. It's usually no problem, but this weekend is one of those rare ones where N and i actually have plans. Looks like it'll work to drive her down to Rosieburg Friday night. And then retrieving her on Sunday.
I want a magic litter box. Is that asking too much?
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