Thoughtful Tuesday

A little after five this morning, a mockingbird decided it was time to greet the new day with a song. But there in lays the problem, damn bird only knew one song, and after the first hundred times, I know it as well. So an hour and a half later it’s still singing. I moved to the front of the house.

Harper lee was wrong, it’s not a sin to kill a mockingbird, it’s self defense.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, figuratively speaking only, because I mean the casa on Mill St, I am sitting here in a better condition than I have been in over last two weeks.  It might be temporary, a result of a great chemo day, but it’s nice to not be keeping a eye on the closest trash can.

Today, the last radiation day, Going to be wearing one of the re-purposed shirts my mom and Anne brought up, a fine blue and gold thrift shop item, a dollar forty-eight as I recall them saying, one fine shirt.

Well, that’s a round up for this Tuesday morning, about to head off to radiation for the LAST TIME. I have been looking forward to this since week 3 when I started having all the throat issues, Still got some, and still working through them, but it’s getting better. And each and every day should bring some improvement . . . 

Well they said the hair loss could happen at any time and I just lost about half my hair.  It's laying on the floor at Tommy's barber shop. and I am no longer looking like a damn hippy.

The good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise

Weight today – 205.5

Blood Pressure – 110/69

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