Rain and more rain. Gonna stop by Mercy Orthopedic and, hopefully, get my PT scheduled to start again, ASAP. Gonna stop out work to update my boss and see the guys. Taking a clock I bought for my Mom and Dad, large print time, day and date. My Pop has been diagnosed with dementia, as if prostate and bone cancer isn't enough. It's horrible, as he can remember things like homeruns I hit in the 70's, 80's and 90's, but can't remember that my sister's gone or what happened 10 minutes ago. My dear Mother doesn't deserve what she's been through the past year, with the horrible death of my sister in September and now this. She doesn't bat an eye, "what else can I do, but deal with it", she says. I don't know about her, but it's killing me. Later, I may try to finish that fairway wood.
Keep on grindin'.
