Clean as a Whistle and an 8X10 glossie to prove it

An interesting day and everybody was ever so nice. Don hauled my sorry ass to the hospital at 9:30. I was actually checked into a semiprivate room where I undressed, went to bed got a drip, and waited and waited but the TV was on and my blood pressure was way high so I dozed until about 11:30. They wheeled my bed into the suite. That seemed just wrong to me- a 100 pound nurse wheeling a behemoth down the hall. I was hooked up to monitors and oxygenated, and, and, that is about the last I remember until I was pushed down the hall again. Luncheon was served. I felt fine. Dr. White found one small diverticula which is close enough to egress that it should produce no problems and said he would see me again in 10 years- which I think is pretty optimistic on several counts. Don came to fetch me and he was thinking I would be hungry so he had waited. So we went to lunch and had a good gab. I ordered for the dogs and took it home. I was hitting on all cylinders. Stopped at the post office to commence the premium mail forwarding. RightSource had called and I think they screwed up. This is not rocket science, folks.
....an hour later just off the phone with Nancy from RightSource. Everything seems to be on track:five minutes to check that out, 55 minutes just shooting the breeze-she's 53 , divorced, has one chair in her new apartment in Mesa, AZ...misses being with grandaughters in Oregon, but has full control of the remote, a rotisserie chicken in mind and will be just fine.