Still working on briefing paper but emails remind me that I'd better put something up here before people conclude that, like the third gun at the Terry murder scene, I have been "disappeared" by the FBI and One Hundred Heads is about to commence. ;-)
First, the mundane. Got a pretty good bill of health yesterday from the cardio doc. Echocardiogram not showing any more damage. Pressure good, been taking my expensive medications like a good little heart patient. Still need to lose weight of course. Best thing I could do, on that we both agreed. The healing of my foot has permitted me to get more exercise, though I am still instructed to use the cane to relieve pressure on it as much as possible.
"Try to stay away from stress," the heart doc advised. Pretty funny. Tell Eric Holder and the killer Fibbies. I'm up with it if they are.
Running around yesterday I didn't see hardly any of the hearing, nor did I get much done on briefing paper, blog or book. My oldest daughter Hannah has come down with some contagion while at college -- probably a nasty flu from the sound of if -- and I had to drop what I was doing to run to the bank to transfer her some money for co-pay and medicine. (We don't do credit cards -- or, I should say, they don't do us. You have to have credit before they'll give you a card.) Keep her in your prayers. Her younger sister has been assigned to be her keeper for the duration, since Hannah is hardheaded and wouldn't get her butt to the doctor until she thought she was dying -- at which point she called her momma to find out what she should do. So smart and so foolish. I don't know where she gets it. (Shut up, Rosey.)
I will have more in a bit about the hearing and other Gunwalker foolishness, before I turn back to finishing the briefing paper this morning. (Say another prayer. I haven't had this much trouble getting the words right since Absolved.)