Hello. My knee is much better, thank you. I'm hobbling about but I've largely abandoned the walker. The Rehab Center gave me one but I wanted another — one for upstairs, one for downstairs — and they arranged for Apria Home Healthcare to deliver one to me on Thursday. That turned into Saturday and now I'm thinking it's going to be Monday or Tuesday and I'm going to refuse delivery because I no longer need a walker.
And remember the problems I had with Apria keeping me on hold? It was worse with the CVS Pharmacy that's supposed to be filling a prescription for me. Yesterday, I wound up calling the CVS corporate headquarters to complain there and I made my way up the food chain to a gent with a very impressive-sounding title. He promised he would contact my local CVS and have someone there call me, apologize for the absurdly-long hold time and discuss my prescription with me. Half an hour later, he called me back and admitted that even he couldn't get through to them. But I'll be okay for a few days without the drug in question and may decide that, like the walker, I no longer need it.
Tomorrow is the actual 40th anniversary of the first Saturday Night Live, not to be confused with that big, premature celebration they did last February. Doug Hill and Jeff Weingrad wrote the book about the show's history and here we have some excerpts from that first, crisis-plagued telecast.
The soup can graphic is up because I have a deadline that will keep me from frequent posting this weekend. Tomorrow, you'll be getting the next installment of my series on Rejection for writers. Some other goodies may turn up but for the most part, I'll be struggling in a primitive era with a very stupid barbarian. Back soon.