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I don’t much like the food here at Pulmonary Rehab.
A week or so ago Rachelle and I had a garage sale.
Last night was Pub Night at the rehab centre.
These are the text messages my wife sent to me the other day:
As of this writing, I am on day 3 of a 6 week stint at a pulmonary rehabilitation facility.
Across from me in the waiting room sits a mother with her adult son.
James S. Brady Press Briefing Room
Airports are stressful, infantilizing places.
Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund:
