Poo-Poo
As my faithful readers might have already surmised, I spent the last few days in the hospital along with my old nemesis, Mr. Bowel Obstruction. What? That sounds familiar to you? Didn’t I just go to the hospital a day or two before Christmas while still in Denver? Yes Ma’am (or Sir), I certainly did. But apparently bowel obstructions have no rules. I will tell you about my experiences next week. But I’m feeling much better and back at it. (Whatever “it” is.)…..

Go Chiefs
My son might not forgive me, but I will admit that I was cheering for the Kansas City Chiefs on Sunday from my hospital bed. He is a loyal Broncos fan (as am I), and wouldn’t allow himself to root for anyone else in our division. But I like Mahomes and I cannot lie. By the way, this was the second Super Bowl that I watched from a Mountain Vista Medical Center hospital bed. Back in 2011, when I was in the same hospital for 28 days, I watched the Green Bay Packers beat the Pittsburgh Steelers in Super Bowl XLV. I don’t want it to become my Super Bowl tradition, however.

Super Bowl Snack
And while everyone else was munching on nachos and chicken wings and queso dip, I was unable to take anything by mouth. So here was my Super Bowl snack…..

And don’t misunderstand. I was not able to chew on the ice. I could only rub the ice cubes on my lips. I sent a photo of my miserable snack to my brother, and he responded: Pace yourself. It’s a long game.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame
One of my great nephew Austin’s finest baseball moments this past week….

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Ciao!