Bad nerves and bad concrete
Today is my birthday. Actually, there are a string of birthdays in April. The 26th is Martin Taurer, 27th is Keith Cornella (guitar player), 28th (me), and then 29th for both Steven Rozmanith and Rachel McCartney. Happy B-day all!
I woke up and immediately went to see a doctor. I was talking to Sue in the kitchen and she took one look at me and said “somethings wrong with you - go see a doctor right now.”
Basically, all the muscles on the right side of my face stopped working this morning. Scary. Turns out it’s not a brain tumor, but the side affects of a recent cold/virus called Bells Palsy. It should clear up in several weeks. Until then - medication.
Joe took the concrete countertop out of the form today and it busted into 6 pieces. Oh well, looks like we’ll have to try something else and punt on the concrete for now.
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