Hi folks.
After three weeks of life without a hint of seizure, one tagged me. It was Sunday morning and I had just returned from my morning ritual of getting the paper, checking out the sunrise, looking at the new shoots coming up in the bulb garden, and eyeballing the retaining wall I am planning. I opened the front door and the flash bulb went off in my head. I sat down on the bench immediately and tried to weather the storm without Amy noticing. She is really good at sniffing them out because by the time it was over she was in the room, holding my hand, and wiping the drool off my coat. Yes drool. I wish I had a picture of me sitting there with a big ol string of drool trailing out of a stupid look on my face. So a new obsession has begun.
I have never seen myself seize up. I want to. So if I happen to be hanging out with any of you, and I fall down the furry mental tube, please take my picture. I would like to see how out of it I look from the outside. I promise to post the picture without any edits so everyone can enjoy it.
Love to the folks who still come around and look.
jobey
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