Another day, another, well, day.Andy’s watching the guest bedroom door. How, um, well, “open”. Not much happening there.Looking at the wall. Not anything exciting there, either. Usually, I can count on a spider or big bug to show up….Then, there’s always Doug. If I stare long enough, he’ll toss some Greenies on the lapboard. Hey, Doug! What’s the lump status on your banged up head?Well, Andrew, looks like there are still a couple big’uns there. My head must have hit the bricks, then bounced to get that result! Alternative theory: There are large spaces worn between these bricks put down in 1922. I hit two bricks when I fell. Ick! They don’t hurt if I don’t touch them. (THEN DON’T TOUCH THEM, DUMMY!)
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