Hubby is home today because he has a GP appointment. His foot has been swollen and in pain for days now. He blames the blood pressure pill they gave him a while back, so he stopped taking it three days ago. His foot looks slightly better, but now a hand hurts. I hope they trial him on a new blood pressure medication. It went from severely high to perfect on this recent one.

My sister called me to simply say hello, but I started a rant about our dad. I felt a little bad in the end, but both siblings agree with me 100%. I asked Sis to go out to lunch sometime soon where we'll promise not to say a word about Dad.

On a lighter side, my sock drawer again has about 100 socks, all with no matches. I must empty my dirty clothes basket and clean the stuff. Usually I only wash the top contents. Even if all is clean, probably only 50 will find their mates. Where the other 50 lonely souls are is a mystery. I once wrote a funny poetic story about this in my blog. Are they somewhere in a different world, with a favorite black jacket and several other lost items? If so, I hope it's a fun and happening place! In the meantime, I have sometimes resorted to wearing mismatches. It's OK with me.