It's another beautiful day in New York today. It was an interesting ride on the #7 train this morning, on my way to have my blood drawn for the dreaded annual cholesterol check. After 45 pages into Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson, two hours lounging with this great book and an occasional conversation with other patients, my doctor called me in.
Except for this lingering bum shoulder, it was declared that I am "healthy", whatever that means. Until the lab reports are out next week, I won't know for sure if those tubs of ice cream did some damage to my arteries! 'got home in one piece by subway just before the rush hour crowd (kids getting out of school) charged in. Gee, I don't know how I did it all those years I was commuting to the city.
Tomorrow is a gardening date with my neighbor Sheila. We're swapping plantings, let's hope they don't die on us - it's a 94 degree forecast for this weekend.
Tomorrow is a gardening date with my neighbor Sheila. We're swapping plantings, let's hope they don't die on us - it's a 94 degree forecast for this weekend.
