Snow began slowly falling around 8 a.m., and it wasn't long before Old Man Winter was at it again. Soon, local road closure warnings were in effect. I did slip out shortly after noon and shoveled the driveway and paths, figuring it was easier to move a couple of inches of snow then, rather than seven or eight inches of snow later.....and maybe in the dark if it was bad enough. I've never had to do that, but there is always a first time. The rest of the day didn't amount to much and I spent the majority of my time in my recliner, reading, bonking around on my laptop computer, and watching a few snippets of television. And maybe nodding off here and there dreaming of warmer sunny days ahead. Woodsy kept herself busy bustling about in the kitchen as well as working on a hand knitting project.
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WOODSY, WITH HER iPHONE, CANDIDLY CAUGHT ME IN MY USUAL MORNING STATE OF FRAZZLE
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Bubba had shingles. Those of us who spend much time in a doctor's office should appreciate this! Doesn't it seem more and more that physicians are running their practices like an assembly line? Here's what happened to Bubba: Bubba walked into a doctor's office, and the receptionist asked him what he had. Bubba said, 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his name, address, and medical insurance number and told him to have a seat. Fifteen minutes later, a nurse's aide came out and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba said, 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Bubba to wait in the examining room. A half hour later, a nurse came in and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba said, 'Shingles...' So the nurse gave Bubba a blood test, a blood pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told Bubba to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor. An hour later, the doctor came in and found Bubba sitting patiently in the nude and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba said, 'Shingles.' The doctor asked, 'Where?' Bubba said, 'Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload 'em??'
YUP, THIS ONE PICTURE PRETTY WELL SUMS UP MY LIFE ON THESE COLD AND BLEAK WINTER DAYS ALRIGHT
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Great capture of Al, Woodsy! Winter days are for relaxing, snoozing, computer playing, reading, and more snoozing. In between shovelling snow *arg*.
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