It’d been said tell God your plans – and watch him laugh.
I’ve been reluctant to go in for a back x-ray, on doctor’s order.
I’m just tired of procedures.
Robert Burns – the poet laureate of Scotland wrote Ode to a field mouse.
“The best laid plans of mice and men aft gang agley”
(oft go astray)
I actually decided to go in.
Then I got a cold. And I feel like crap. Fevers, chills, muscle pain. And a temperature of 102°.
Been bedridden since yesterday morning.