Stormy here.

While old gimpy is sitting on the floor eating Percocets and whining about his boo-boo, I got the passwords to this thing he spends his time on when he should be petting us. He looks shocked from the flash, doesn’t he?

Pathetic isn’t he? But we wanted to tell you that he’s really funny to watch with 1/2 of his legs down and out. Combine that with his … chemical situation, and it’s a hoot to watch him contemplate the stairs.

In the meantime we’re enjoying his concept of being prepared: he made sure he had a bag of treats within reach and Kip is providing him with fluids. A bowl of water is more sensible but he likes Coca Cola.

He appears to be mending. Today he actually made sense for a few minutes. Probably won’t last. Edzell would add to this but he’s sleeping. That’s not exactly a news flash.

Well, I’ve got to go out before it rains. Later. And thanks for all the requests to see more of me on the blog. It makes more sense than reading his drivel.

One final note – there are few things that scare a little girl like me than a 350 pound one-legged drug user swaying around as he heads toward the kitchen. I’ve got to really be alert this week! I look up and there he is – it’s not a pretty sight. Who knew he could be so stealthy?