Got Miss Tinkerbella some fruit kebabs on Amazon made of real fruit but she’s not interested. At least not so far.

I’m gonna have to back off the probiotics for a while because they’re starting to mess with my stomach, as they are known to do. They make me too gassy and poopy. It will be interesting to see if the burning flares up.

I totally don’t remember this at all but when I was reading back in my 2014 journal when I first saw the doctor I had a crush on, she told me that my thyroid felt a little enlarged.

The honker went on his cleaning frenzy today. He cleaned his carport, side lanai, and motorcycle. He powered up the motorcycle for two seconds to move it and then he took off on it a few hours ago.

I noticed he never got his golf cart this year. Didn’t even hang any flags.

I cooked chicken tenders coated in flour in a skillet with butter, garlic, soy, honey, and vinegar. It came out great.

I hate it when I’m in the mood to write, but I just can’t think of anything to say. Oh, well. It’s kind of coming to the end of my day anyway. So I think I’ll go unwind with my audiobook. Reading the latest by Daniel Hurst. Love his stuff!