Mission Control Update
The Colonel is home, resting on our crappy ancient eccletic vintage sofa. Fairly comfortably. The operation took about an hour, and the Colonel proclaims Versed the best thing ever. We asked if we could bring some home. They said no.
So, now, after the drug run (we did get hydrocodone), and the grocery run (my Colonel wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream), and the Arby’s run (he also wanted a giant roast beef and curly fries with ranch dip), and the Atlanta Bread Company run (I figured after all that, I deserved my favorite ever sandwich of Waldorf chicken salad), he is watching episode after episode of King of the Hill. His favorite ever show.
Today is Colonel Day. Maybe I should get a small procedure.
Thank you for the prayers. Everything went so smoothly. I’ll be here, serving my nasal-y challenged guy. Gladly.
