 | richwrapper Dec 1 | (November 30, 2023) refrain..."I am sorry..." some times it hurts out loud and I smile: that's God telling me hurt's good: proves you're still alive: quitcherbitchin!* *(even some of the toes doused with near-boiling watee (just below left knee to the little piggies) are showing signs - and crying for itching - of healing. Been a good few weeks of wondering if "Old School" epsom salts soaks, Krestol (human horse and cow udder linament) hydrogen peroxide, povidone-iodine (betadine), and bacitracin etc. ointments beat waiting for a doctor to tell you "doin' fine, fella: and why am I here so late in the process? Cause everyone kept asking: "see a doctor yet?" So I lied. Thanks for the prayers and best wishes, gang. And keep checking in with Cap'n Steve (Johnson) who commands the local prayer wheel...And no, I did not hold in abeyance prayers for pals and Ciny Wheatland and some others whose names escape me yet again when most I need those three memory cells not yet embalmed by Bushmills to get back on he job. Zamponi: see, Ceni: I just needed a little kick-start to get you and Pam, the Late Linton's wife and a star in her own rite (right?) Falgione-Knowles for her trying to emulate my just-turned 75 gymnastics tricks by falling and doing damage...and you weren't yet "birthdayed" girl! For great happy your boy Lin was able to hold momma down for her dismount...) | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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