I ate breakfast with Mrs. Jones and George again this morning. This is getting to be a regular thing every Sunday. She cooked poached eggs on toast with cheddar sprinkled on the top. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She could make a dish rag taste good.
I left as George was taking his mother to church.
"I am coming over later," George told me.
"I hope you're sober," I mumbled under my breath.
The parental units should get home today. I restart therapy tomorrow after a week's break. I am apprehensive about it. The foot and knee are doing great though.
4 comments:
Yeah for the foot and the knee!
Take care.
What a nice way to start your Sundays - good homecooked food and good company. I'm sure George's mother enjoys having you! I don't envy you the therapy routine either, but if it helps it's a good thing! I have to return to work tomorrow after a week off, I'm dreading that too. I like being at home!
That breakfast sounds yummy but I'm betting if I fixed it it would not taste nearly as good.
George's mom sure sounds like a master in the kitchen!
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