Tilapia for lunch, with patacones, sweeyt potato, tomato and steamed asparagus.
To Centennial for my monthly injection. Brooke passed me through without a major wait.
Paid brother Marion a visit. He has his next procedure Wednesday. At Delores' prompting, he showed me were the frame object was implanted on his skull. Been rather depressed Delores tells me. The clutter and foul air in his house alone is enough to depress anyone.
It's a toss up as to who will last long, me, Mother or Marion. At the moment, I seem to be ahead. But, that changes from week to week.
Onward and upwards.
82.8 °F, clear.
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