We failed our oxygen test... the one we mentioned back here. Failure has its consequences, so we just took delivery of the spiffy lil machine you see at right... an oxygen generating machine. Which means we are now officially on oxygen therapy, of the "nighttime use only" variety. Which also means I'm not gonna be one of those sad old folks one sees here and there, pulling an oxygen tank along with them where ever they go. Not yet, anyway.
Sigh. I may have mentioned this before... gettin' old ain't for sissies.
Enough of this doom and gloom shit. Let's do Happy Hour!