Dale wasn't strong enough for a drive. He's back on oxygen and pretty out of it, today. But still recognized us, and was able to say "Hi Baby."
In other news: basement guys come tomorrow! Woo hoo! And Rhan went through a bunch of stuff in the basement that I'm allowed to throw out, and tomorrow is ALSO garbage day! Is that serendipity or what?!
R&E have turned me onto a TV show (on DVD) called "Mad Men," produced for A&E. It's a really good show but it gets depressing pretty fast, so then we follow it with a couple of episodes of "Fraggle Rock" (also on DVD), and we've noticed a three-day trend: every time we watch "Fraggle Rock," we crave chocolates. Not sure what the connection is, but whenever a Fraggle says "radish," I want a chocolate. Today, Rhan bought some Godiva chocolates, and I am satisfied.
That's about all the excitement I can summon up. Man, I'm tired. I get about an hour's worth of energy and then I want to curl up with a blanket over my head again.
When I was a kid, I wanted to marry Mokey. In a way, I sorta did.
Posted by: Dominik | September 25, 2008 at 12:16 PM