Not to sound like a broken record, but allow me to apologize for the previous post. The stomachal mayhem that I dealt with for four days was not particularly good blog fodder. I want to say it will never happen again, but you and I both know that it will.
Then again, what I am I apologizing for? You come to a site called The Soiled Chamois; you should probably expect talk of bodily fluids, waste, and Turd Talk nastiness. I’m not proud of that, but I am “just sayin’.”
Back to my stomach now; it’s all good. You can stop worrying.
Despite my recent bout of issues, I still kept up with some calorie-burning activities each day by doing some Dreadmill™ lumbers of 3 miles each, followed by an “off day” today that included 2 miles worth of grass cuttin’ while walking behind a mower in 90˚ heat. I hope to get a ride in on Wednesday if the weather cooperates, but if not, it’ll be back to the Not-So-Stankment to walk and poorly run along to techno music.
Pics today are from around the Cul-De-Sac Shack and from some flowers that Wifey has in the kitchen.
Later.