Marty and I have been flirting with fate in this month of February.
Marty fell three times this month. The latest was today. In the kitchen. Earlier in the week, she fell in the livingroom, and before that in the guest bedroom. Fortunately, no serious injuries to date.
In the meantime, I continue to cough, losing my breath and tiring me out. Who said the 70's were great?
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