I visited my doctor recently and told him I just wasn't up to
par. He upped my dose of Symbyax. It took 3 days but now I feel just great.
I guess it's not until one feels joy after going so long without it that it
feels so marvelous! Yesterday was indeed joyful; me and my wife driving along Connecticut's
Gold Coast, dreaming about being wealthy and owning one of those glorious homes
on the water.
We stumbled into two thrift stores in Greenwich, Connecticut and flexed our
shopping muscles; she for clothes, me for knick-knacks and candle-holders for
the restaurant. I bought one of those chafing dishes you make Bananas Foster,
Crepes Suzette or Cherries Jubilee with at table-side. It's silver-plate
with a copper bottomed pan and an alcohol burner.
Somebody bail me out if the infernal thing incinerates one of my customers,
would you?