When Matt asks how I'm feeling, he announces, "I'm checking in on the Butt Patrol!" (Well, sometimes he wrinkles his brow and asks, "Stingy? Sore? Throbbing?" Cute man. I never tire of his care -- or his playfulness.)
I'm headed back to the pool this morning. My physical therapist said I could start paddling around in March. Close enough. So I've got my tote bag all packed up with towels, shampoo, a change of clothes, and 10 bucks.
It's 42 degrees this morning. I think I'm going to freeze my butt patrol right off.
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