Early in the day I called a friend of mine to check on his wife, who had recently been taken to the emergency room for what he thought was a heart attack. It wasn't one, thank heavens, and they are still waiting to get the results back and should know what is going on by Monday. Toward the end of our conversation, Tom reminded me to take my wife to get an ice cream cone. It stuck with me all through that day. Tom has said that to me on more than one occasion recently. Don't know why it stuck with me, maybe it's his way of saying spend time with the ones you love. A simple ice cream can say many things. Any who, this evening we took a bike ride for exercise and stopped by Dairy Queen on the way back. Hey, rode 3 miles, I figure we broke even on the deal. I got a dipped cone and Janet got a Buster Bar. Here is Janet with the bike, and the both of us with our ice cream.
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