False Start

So... there I was... waay the Hell off in The Land of Nod, 0815 hrs.  I had gone to bed sometime after 0300 hrs and was deep in that sweet spot o' sleep when the phone rang.  A way-too-cheery-for-the-hour voice on the other end of the airwaves identifies her sweet self as someone from American Home Patient Services and advises me of her intention to drop by in about an hour and a half with an oxygen monitor for to do this "are we gettin' enough oxygen while we sleep" test my doctor wants done.  If'n that's OK with me.

Fine, sez I.  C'mon down.

And so we rolled out, fired up the coffee pot, cleaned ourself up, and tidied up the abode so as not to offend anyone's sensibilities.

My new lady friend arrives at the appointed time and proceeds to demonstrate how one employs this device.  Except it doesn't freakin' WORK.  Dead On Arrival.  Oh, well.  Sorry about that.  See ya Monday.

She really was a nice lady, though, with a way-cool biker tee shirt.  We had a short and pleasing chat about mo'sickles and then she was gone.

I see a nap in my future.