Sunday

It's been a quiet day at the Getting-Closer-To-Okay-Corral, and quiet is good.

The cowboy feels about the same, but no worse! That's progress.

He has only eaten the equivalent of about five bites of food all day and had to take medicine to stop the resulting queasiness, but he kept it all down. Yay!

He's on the couch (this is an improvement over being always in bed) and watching a golf game.

So I just now said to him, "Hey, Billy, what would you want to say on your blog? I'll type it for you."

So he said this: "Nothing new, really. A lot of lethargy, a lot of sleepiness, uhhhh, life punctuated by naps, uhhhh, washed out but still feeling better."

Then he added this:

"I feel well enough that I care that the Phillies lost today."

Well there you go. You can take the cowboy out of the baseball game, but you can't take the baseball game out of the cowboy.

And before you spend one second of your valuable time trying to figure out whether the previous sentence actually made sense or not: it didn't. It just sounded good. Actually, it didn't even sound that good, but I'm too lazy to erase it.

Torrents of love to you. Hope you're having a lazy Sunday, too.