Don't really have anything to say tonight. Must be a writer's block. Went over to Dad's today and there he was grinding the paint off of the Farmall. No mask. This is a man who bitches, worse than any woman with PMS, about his sinus trouble. He was wearing safety goggles, but, only because a couple of years ago he got metal in his eye. His optometrist immediately took him to a specialist and, using a magnet, removed the metal shards. Must've scared the be-jeebers outta him. When I reminded him he should be wearing a mask, he got a little surly with me. I didn't stay long. Went to the vet and got flea stuff 'cause the herd is scratching. Then went out to supper. Bob still isn't talking to Judy since she got her hair cut. If I was still married, today would've been our 42nd wedding anniversary!
That's pretty much my life. Oh, Thursday, I go for a stress test. Had one 2 years ago but they used drugs instead of a treadmill. This time I want to do the treadmill, if I can.