"It could be worse"
No kidding! On March 31st the Aztec priests took me to the top of the pyramid, raised their obsidian knives to the heavens and tore out my heart. Just kidding, just another routine triple-bypass; no drama but I'll have an impressive 9.5 inch scar in the middle of my chest. Things went so well that they cut me loose on Easter Sunday for my own Resurrection and am doing a recuperation at my sister's home in Niles, a clash of realities but I can deal with it. No complaints except for the healing part. And the follow-up appointments, therapy sessions, and paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork. No need for a cane or walker, nice to be on my feet walking around.
So that's how my month has started; how you guys doing?
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