Tested

So I had the endoscopy, piece'a cake, and I'm home resting out the aftermath of the anesthesia. I woke up this morning with total laryngitis -- allergies -- but I can croak out words at this point. It's been a funny day.

I went to the monthly dinner with the retirees last night, but neither The Other Chai nor I told them that we may soon be more than honorary attendees. Even so, their advice was that anyone who is eligible to get out should do so

And so I shall. Unless the governor swears a blood oath that nothing will change, I'll be turning in my letter of retirement by next Friday. I'm not ready to go yet, but I'm okay with it. It is what it is. Que sera, sera.




-- Post From My iPhone