I really really really love Mondays, especially when kayaking at 5:30am gets cancelled due to rain and you get a bed visit at 6:30am by your kayaking partner on her birthday.
In her birthday suit, no doubt. You're killing me, man.
Killing all of us. I want to be just like Dean when I grow up.
What up, Razman? Are you all healed up?
Morning, Mr. Mayor. Doc says I'm close. Says I can ride the motorcycle and use my discretion as to when to stop physical therapy. As if I ever had any discretion.
Gonna give therapy a couple of more weeks, though. I've made major progress in range of motion past two weeks, and walking hurts less and less each day. When progress seems to taper off, I'll end it and call it good.