Grand Dog Frank

My entire day is mapped out by daily measurements of my relative health.  Measure blood glucose, blood pressure and hear rate.  I don't measure how I feel emotionally or  physically at any given moment.  Initial mood is colored by these measurements.  I question what I did wrong on the previous day. What did I do that was correct?  Is there a pattern? All gets recorded in a book.  I have volumes these records going back years. Nagging anxiety is my constant companion.   

This is my new grand dog Frank.  We visited him yesterday.  After a berserk greeting, he finally calms down.  I have to greet him seated, lest I be knocked to the ground.  He loves you to the point of injury.  I have never been kissed so much in my life.  in my lighter condition, he really overpowers my and initially, I have to protect myself like a boxer in the ring. 

Dropped a small glass dish on the floor followed by my favorite glass yesterday afternoon.  This tile floor is not forgiving and the glass shards went everywhere.  The cleanup took about 30 minutes and I hope the tiniest pieces were retrieved.  

Growing my beard back, mostly to hide my sagging face.  It's also my f*ck you face to these criminals running rough shod over our Republic.  These tariff wielding,  red tied criminals,  have made us the pariahs of the world.  The head man is telling the SCOTUS to f*ck off regarding prisoner sent to EL Salvador in error.  For me, this action has no precedent.

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