The Laughing Wolf

Definitely A Guy’s Guy

The day of my surgery proved it beyond all doubt. I am home, a wonderful friend has helped me set up my lair in the recliner, and I am fading in and out on medication with my left hand firmly clenched around the most important thing in the world. It was not the phone to summon help. It was not a medication dispenser. It was not a pistol or other form of firearm. It was not any form of weapon or food. No, the thing clutched in my hand so carefully was the TV remote, as if I were scared that the mouse would reappear and try to wrest it from my control. Yep, definitely a guy.

LW