A hump day mid-week post, what are the odds?

Woke up at 0430 with a coughing jag which gives me an extra hour to fill, so why not spend it with my faithful reader(s)?  Which is not to imply I actually have anything of interest or value to share.  That’s never stopped me before!

I did have my chest CT and PFT on Monday as planned.  I need to wait on the results which I guess will be contingent  on my securing an appointment with one of the two Army doctors who’ve seen me and ordered the tests.  Given my space A status (space available) hard to say when that might be.  In the meantime, I’m better than I was but not as better as I hope to be.  My nebulizer and inhaler are keeping me in the game, so there’s that.

My first appointment was at 0800, so rather than burn sick leave I reported to my office at 0600. My reward was this fine full moon. Sadly, my photography skills were insufficient to capture its full glory.

Where the hell are impatient people like me supposed to park?

While awaiting my pulmonary function test I killed time reading this pamphlet. Got me thinking maybe these questions would be appropriate to ask the women I meet as well.

I posted a few days ago about my planning for some spontaneity in my life. Daughter Renee reported she got the same message when she popped the cork on a bottle of wine. Made us feel connected while thousands of miles apart.  Randomly spontaneous if you will.

It is a little known fact that my failure at statistics is why I can’t claim a masters degree. 30 of 33 hours completed. Damn statistics!

Oh, I filled in for the dart team at Shenanigans Monday (the soldier members of the team being otherwise occupied with Key Resolve).  Played a singles match and went 3-0.  It was good to be throwing again.  I look forward to restarting my darting “career” in the Philippines.

And that’s all I’ve got this morning.