Got Wednesday done. Another cold and damp day for tramping all over hell and gone.
Carlton’s service was nice. Not too much religion. It was in a church. Guess the Episcopalians aren’t too fussy about who they “bury”. I behaved myself. (Carlton is still well and truly dead and in the Georgetown University Medical School morgue.)
I got a ride home. And then walked up to the dentist. Still cold and damp. BUT, my mouth was declared “stable”. And stable is a good as anything gets it my age.
I am feeling a little tired. Run hard and put away wet tired. All in all – no complaints. Just tired.