Back to the early morning appointment routine. Chris had one with the device clinic. That’s the outfit that tracks what the implanted recorder sends out. We were pretty curious what it might have read when Chris had one of her going pale, gotta sit down spells during church.
Yeah. Not much there. She basically told us the battery is almost dead. Mentioned a pacemaker, but that’s up to the actual Dr. Electro in two weeks. So … we’ll see.
Walmart … bananas. Need I say more? Oh, we had a whole cart full of stuff, but … Walmart … bananas. Yep.
Back at the house, Chris set to work on travel arrangements. That girl can find some pretty obscure historical sites. Looking forward to some summer and fall fun trips. So much so that we picked some excursions for our Eastern Caribbean cruise.
I did some house scraping. That is sure a tedious, thankless task. Feels like it will never end. I may just go back to power washing and live with whatever results remain.
Psalms 42:11 says, Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.
Father, thank you for, well, bananas. Amen.
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