My Addled Brain

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Holy smokes. I woke up this morning, did my usual morning routine (which includes unplugging Robby after his overnight recharge), grabbed the required items for driving to work (keys, wallet, tin of Altoids, shotgun, bullet proof vest, King James Bible, life preserver, ferret, rubber ducky, 8-ball of coke, garden weasel), and stepped outside…into a arctic freaking blast. What happened? Did everyone in town decide to leave their refrigerator doors open overnight or something? Whatever it was, I was not prepared for the horror that awaited me. Clearly, winter has come too early to Florida - I am accustomed to a three to five day visit from Old Man Winter, but I was not ready for this.

Mmm, whiny.

For those of you who are concerned - yes, I’m fine. No, I have not had another episode. Yes, really, I’m fine. I’ve got appointments with a cardiologist and a neurologist scheduled in the next few weeks, so just simmah down nahw. The receptionist at the cardiologist’s office, when informed of my age, had this reassuring nugget of information for me: “Wow, you’re young.” That’s funny - suddenly I feel pretty old now. Way to make me feel better, lady.