Every few times a year my various and several doctors want to see me to make sure I’m healthy enough to pay the bill. Not only is this one of those times but it’s also part of fulfilling a requirement for Social Security. (Since I can’t really type any more, can’t carry 70lb computers, and get dizzy when standing I’ve applied for disability and the SSA wants to be sure I’m not faking all the pain I’m in.)
Oldster has the keys to the whine cellar. Enjoy yourselves until I get back.