See? I Told You

[copied from dland]

You'll die of a Heart Attack.

You will die of a heart attack really late in life, after you've lived to your fullest.

'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com

On to other things.

K did indeed call me within minutes after I posted yesterday, and made it home safe and sound and alive and all that good stuff. As she came into the house, K flotsam and jetsam followed in her wake; she left a trail of stuff starting in the living room, continuing onto the kitchen table, and finally erupting all over the family room. It is just the way she is, i.e., part of her charm.

I'm really liking the new hearing aids a lot. I found myself today not doing "the deaf dance", which is when I subtly shift myself to the right of whatever person I'm walking with so that I can continue to hear him/her as we move along. I could hear the person who was on my right/deaf side. Very cool. And the phone is actually better on the deaf ear because the microphone/transmitter there is so good. Next week I hope to get the second program for hearing in crowds put in.

So now I'm just waiting for K to come home from work so we can decide what to do for dinner. As for me, I could go for some Subway, but I doubt she's in the mood for it. Even so, if she wants to pick up something else, I could still get that. Somehow, even in little Bizarro Town here, what is laughingly called our "downtown" area has its own little Subway, Quizno's, and Panera's, all kind of on the same street and either across or around the corner from each other. And that's with a McDonald's on the other side of town and a Wendy's just up the road from it, albeit over the border into the next hamlet. I don't know that she will want any of these at all, but she's got to eat something, and I'm not in a sit-down or a drive-far mood.

So it's April 3, and the weather is now apparently going to be getting colder, dropping into the forties at best for the next two weeks or so. Some nights will go down into the teens. This is just crazy, man. It's all Bush's fault, you know. (Well, isn't everything?)

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