I've been told that I sound like a little boy on the phone by two lj-ers now... I suppose I overcompensate for my gorilloid appearance. Also, they're nice folks, so I put on my "sweetie-voice".
I'm thinking good thoughts for
Newt's stalking something by the doorjamb...I can't see it, but he's staring intently at the crease there. I suspect he's just being a looney.
Neurologist appointment 5/2, first thing in the morning... a battery of tests to focus on preventing my back hurting like it did a while back again. That just was the worst, and if I never feel that pain again, it'll be too soon.