You should count yourself lucky that I haven’t got a killer robot.Yet.
So I’m hanging out around the Casa today, which is a lot more appealing now that it’s my choice to do so rather than what’s forced on me by the weather.
My normal hanging out duds are sweatpants, enormous Red Sox t shirt, sock monkey sweater and fuzzy socks, today’s of which are from my birthday trio of socks sent to me by my nieces Lydia and Emma, my nephew, Jacob and my former sister in law and dear friend, Ellen. They have stars on and are comfy.
My sock monkey sweater is not actually made of sock monkeys. It’s a wool cardigan sweater that Fathead gave me a few years ago, and it’s grey with cream at the wrists and down the front, like the color scheme of a sock monkey.
I love this fucking sweater. I practically live in this fucking sweater. It’s my favorite.
I am finally starting to bounce back from missing two dialysis sessions last week (goddamned weather) but it’s probably a good idea for me to just chill the fuck out. I have a dialysis run tomorrow morning, and then again on Friday, by which time I should be back in my usual form.
You should look the fuck out for that.
- DESTROYER OF WORLDS
- I really have no patience most of the time.
- I had dim sum with Kevin today. We are very dim sum compatible.