3rd June, 2019
Yes … it’s a rare day that I say the oddest of lines.
Today is one of them.
“I have a strap on,” is possibly one you’d not expect me to say.
But there’s a serious side, there.
The strap on is a thing that gets strapped and tapped on to my wrist: wired to a small rubber thimble with a built in laser.
The thing’s supposed to monitor my blood oxygen levels, overnight.
Here’s hoping I managed to keep the thing on: I tend to twitch, a bit …
At any rate … ?
That’s ready to go when I hit the sack.
That’s ready to go when I hit the sack.
Tonight … ?
Tonight, there was one thing I had to do.
You’re right.
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