Well, we got off the dime today and ran those deferred errands from yesterday. So the prescriptions for pre- and post-op meds have been handed over to a very nice LtCol at the Cannon Airplane Patch pharmacy (who addressed ME as "Sir." I let that slide.), the larder is racked and stacked, the freezer is jammed with nukable food, and we have more beer in the fridge than I can shake a stick at. See?
I just lurve the way that looks...
A couple o' random notes... I don't get out a whole helluva lot during winter so I don't take The Green Hornet by the gas station all that much; once a month is the usual, and that might be pressing things where the gawdshonest truth is concerned. That said... I was shocked to find gas is up to $3.55/gallon for mid-range (remember: it was mebbe mid-February the last time I bought gas). I don't pay a lot of attention to gas prices as a rule... you can't bargain over the price and you can't go without... so I just fill 'er up and the devil take the hindmost. I'm grateful for two things (a) TGH is a thrifty girl, averaging just under 30 mpg and (b) I don't have to do a lot o' drivin'. Times are hard for those folks with big-ass SUVs and long commutes.
I want to express my appreciation to all you taxpayers once more, this time for the fact all the drugs I need (heh) are pretty much paid for by My Favorite Uncle and there are NO co-pays. My eye surgeon warned me the drugs she prescribed were expensive and "insurance may or may not cover them, depending on the plan." Not to worry, Ma'am, My Favorite Uncle... and you taxpayers... always comes through. We are blessed and I thank you.
Today's Happy Hour soundtrack... more Stones:
It's the graveyard watch,There's some wicked piano playin' on this track and Jagger's vocals are just too damned cool fer school. This is yet another track from Exile on Main Street (Number Seven on Rolling Stone's Top 500 albums of all time and should be Numero Uno as far as I'm concerned), which is STILL in TGH. Full disclosure: I own TWO copies of the CD, one for TGH and one for the house. That's how good the album is.
Running right on the rocks,
I've taken all of the knocks.
You ain't giving me no quarter.
I'd rather drink sea water,
I wish I'd never had brought you,
It's gonna be the death of me.