
The next morning, Paul and I went back to the office to get the results of my tests. In Joanne's office and once seated, she looked at me and told me I had walking pneumonia and seemed to be on the tail end of it. Huh? What exactly is the difference between the regular and walking kind anyway? I was given the prescription of eating good, resuming coffee drinking to help me through the feelings of utter exhaustion when needed, and rest, rest, rest.
Paul and I ate out once again, our conversation running the gamete that I always thoroughly enjoy.
Feeling restless, the two of us wandered a bit, stumbling across the Olympics countdown sign in the city and helmets that whispered, "Rodger that."


Yup, that's a bogey.
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