Of Chests, Chests and ,errr, Poetry
Just a quick check-in.

I'm going to the doctor today. Not as sick, but it's in my chest now and with my pneumonia tendencies, I am not taking any chances.

In good news, unexpected tax refunds on the way! We're going to buy a (cheapish) shed and sod and flatten our back lawn. Right now, it's like mowing the pre TrimSpa Anna Nicole.

And Crabby and I are arranging our own poetry reading. Stay tuned and wear your shades -- we are the new bright lights of Canadian Literature. I'm going to start weight training now for when we have to arm wrestle for the Pulitzer.