HoHoHo

Mike looks just like you would picture Santa (if you were to picture a post-stroke Santa with difficulty talking and requiring a cane). He told me the other day that someone saw him and said, "Hey, Santa." So Mike tells me, "I just said, 'Hohoho.'"
Bobbie wanted $22 in quarters yesterday.
Tomorrow night, one of the girls from Brown's Corner has a band concert. We shall go and loudly cheer her on.
We had our last practice for the Christmas program this evening. It went well. Caed and Noah are awesome as wisemen.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldville is currently weaving between my legs trying to catch my hands as I type.
Anna is playing the piano behind me. She's pretty much awesome.
James had a stroke a week or so ago. I didn't mention anything about it because I only heard it as hearsay through Bobbie. James' daughter verified it for me yesterday. I guess he ended up spending about a week in the hospital and only just got home.
Apparently, Sara had a stroke a couple nights ago. Janet came by and told me. I wasn't sure if I should believer her, but Mary (who is good friends with Sara) came by today and updated me on the situation. As it turns out, Sara may or may not have a stroke. The doctors seem to have differing opinions on the subject. They do appear to believe that she'll be fine though.
George wears an emergency I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up button. The unit needs to be replaced annually. A technician came by to replace it yesterday, which meant Daulton and I were treated to the sound of George's personal alarm repeatedly sounding, as the tech demonstrated it to him.
We took Daisy to get professionally bathed today. She no longer stinks.
Anna isn't sick anymore.
Daulton gets the hookup here. Monday, Bobbie brought him pizza and a glass of Coke. I ended up having to eat the pizza for Daulton because he didn't actually want it, and he didn't want Bobbie to feel bad.
I baked a pound cake the other night. I think I enjoy cooking more, but there is something relaxing about the process of baking.
Sara came by to see me Monday (before she had her stroke), and she informed me that she had successfully melted one of her stove burner knobs with a frying pan. Now, I just need to figure out where you buy a single dial for a stove.
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There are most surely invisible people somewhere. If I can imagine an invisible person, an even greater thing than I can conceive (or something like that) must exist right? I'll be those invisible people read this blog, but because they are invisible, their visits are also invisible and are thus not logged for me to see. Hello invisible people. I'm glad you've found the most awesome corner of the internet.