I�m B-A-C-K!
9:32 a.m.
Anyway, to continue with this tale of torsion, I tried stretching in all sorts of ways, to no avail, so I took an extra-strength Advil, heated a beanbag in the microwave, and tried taking a nap on my stomach with the heated compress on the affected area. As I was lying there, I remembered that I had some bills due that day, and gourd forbid I should have to pay interest. So I arose, donned my winter wear, and headed to the bank, where I divested our account of many thousands of dollars (yikes!) on account of the Visa bills having come in also with the Brumalia purchases noted therein. Pay day can�t come soon enough. Then I toddled over to the pharmacy where I purchased some Robaxacet, which is known to all and sundry from the commercials featuring wooden puppet people with pins sticking out of their backs. I think it works pretty well. Better than the Advil, in any case.
I�m glad that tcklyrpharsn is still checking in with us from time to time. Gosh I miss her! I�m hoping she does move to Montreal when they return from Europe so they�ll be closer to us and we get to visit more often. It isn�t often that professors and former students keep up a friendly relationship like this. I know that Hubby and I still keep up with a couple of his professors from Ann Arbor, but now we are on the other end of the chronological chasm. One thing for being in an academic environment: being surrounded all the time by young people doesn�t give you a chance to get stodgy yourself. It�s a great job!
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