I woke up pretty sore this morning. I was moving slow and everything hurt. I didn’t take the dogs for their walk up the street, they went for their “do your business” walks outside the camper. Paul had decided to stay up at camp with a couple dogs. I decided to leave relatively early and my plan was to have a couch day. Diane had volunteered to drive me home in my car. Normally I would had just pushed through the pain and tough it out. My aunt had mentioned that as a possibility early. The seed had been planted and I took Diane up on her offer. I knew the rod was going to suck. It would suck less if I could recline and get comfy. In the car I found a position that was tolerable and we listened to some true crime podcasts casts. It made the time go quick and we were able to guess the motive prior to it being introduced. We also critiqued the murderers technique and pinpoint their sloppiness. “Everyone knows if you are going to google how to poison someone, you don’t use your ...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey