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Monday, I took the horns by the bull, slipping into my black ninja costume and following Mary to the gym! We explained my delicate condition, so my trainer significantly adjusted the regular grueling workout.
We went to the market before going out to lunch and sent in our order for Thanksgiving dinner. We killed two stones with one bird!
I was pooped out, so we stayed inside and watched TV until 0’dark-thirty.
Tuesday was a day to celebrate our armed forces, Veterans’ Day. Mary got dressed in her uniform, which dates back to the mid-1970s. She looked pretty good!
The International Boys Choir entertained us, and they were pretty good at singing patriotic songs.
The songs sometimes brought us to tears.
Bob and Mary were dressed in their uniforms; Mary decided fatigues would be more comfortable than a dress uniform.
Looking good, guys!
Just beginning to recover from the operation, I dressed in warm clothes, and I was very proud of my wife (or should I call her Captain Wife?)
The program was excellent, and the hall was full of veterans and their guests.
Bob could not resist a “photobomb” event.
The world is not safe. The US Military has surrounded me.
On the way home, we got a Vicky-gram.
