It started as a chest cold, or so I thought.
The good news is, it wasn’t my heart or my gallbladder.
The bad news is, no one has a clue what it was that got that Elephant on, and then off, my chest.
And I had to spend a night in the hospital to figure that much.
Ah well, the search continues. We will postulate and theorize until a logical explanation presents itself.
Picture sharing is now on the agenda. These were taken the day after Christmas. We rarely experience anything like this in Arkansas. It was gloriously beautiful.
It was also a regular pain in the booty to deal with the loss of power in the days following.
We have power now. My heart is good to go for another one hundred years.
Life is good.