. . . the odds of something not Unremarkable happening are pretty slim.

A very quiet day here. My masked friends came for lunch, along with their mama. She kept them from getting too close to me and waited patiently while I poured out the raccoon chow.

I felt lazy so I took the car to get the paper. It's 150 feet down, and 150 feet back when I walk it. And it was early enough that the joints hadn't settled in. So I took the car around the block so I could retrieve the mail and paper without getting out (even though I was in the wrong lane--but that isn't important where I am located). I use this method in the rain too.

And then it was doing little stuff in the house and sneaking in a nap.

I need to be ahead on my sleep because tomorrow will be late.

I think President Obama will be in town for the game. His wife was here today visiting various schools and stuff.

My guess is that they'll be in the owners' box.

And, if he is going to be at the game, there will be increased security, such as a more thorough patdown than usual.

The weather has been warm, but nowhere near what it was a month ago. Fall and spring are really lovely times in the Deep South. TGFAC in the summer.

I made an appointment with the P.A. for tomorrow. I haven't seen any change in things. I hope she appreciates my method for holding a bandage on top of the head in place.

As expected, another IUD.