Huge chicky-chicky parm parm sandwich, because there was no tuna fish, Fritos, cookie.
I just didn’t want oatmeal today.
The Hondas are finally done. For now.
I’m only eating half the chicky.
I can’t believe February is already half over. I turn 45 next month.
I’m getting nervous about the surgery. The recovery, mostly. I imagine they’ll give me something for the pain.
It’s been an okay day. Yeah, just okay. Okay is better than bad, though. I guess not everyday can be spectacular.
Not too late for an upgrade, though. We’ll see what evolves… 😉