Still raining more than not. Lots of flooding around the greater Seattle area. Had some snow the other day but nothing stuck. Dog and I enjoyed our walk in it though.
Had a migraine yesterday that kept me in bed trying to sleep to escape the pain. Mostly worked. Got up at midnight to sit up awhile (my back hurt from laying down 14 hours!) but didn’t stay up long. Went back to sleep around 0115 and slept for a couple of hours. Woke up for about and hour then back to sleep to a couple more. Woke up headache free but still having the post-migraine blahs.
But I try not to let that stop me. Still haven’t gotten into the MILA to get anything done but got garbage burned, dishes done, dinner being cooked and some scanning of Uncle Herman’s pictures done. Not a lot, I know, but something.
And that’s it. Boring. SWMBO and I are enjoying the new Picard.
Lyle was hunting geese in the Northern Minnesota woods. He leaned his old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak. As luck would have it, his labrador dog Ginger knocked the gun over. It went off, and Lyle took most of an ounce of #4 shot into the groin.
Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to and there was his ER doctor, Sven. “Vell Lyle, I got some good noos and some bad noos. Da good noos is dat you’re going to be OK. Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal bleeding, and I vas able to remove all da buckshot.
“What’s the bad news?”, asks Lyle. “The bad noos is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I’m going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena. “Well, I guess that isn’t too bad,” says Lyle. “Is your sister a plastic surgeon?”
“Not exactly,” Sven says. “She’s a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. And because all you have is Obamacare, she’s going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don’t pee in your eye.”
Still raining! Still have a headache! Sick of Winter! Finished up a “Legends of Tomorrow” marathon and ordered season 4. That’ll be n tomorrow.