Got some bad news today. Sgt Uncle T is in the hospital.
I knew he'd been sick for almost a month. The same bronchitis and associated ick that had all of us down for the past week. It's just hard to kick those lung ailments when you smoke.
He was at work yesterday and seemed okay. Looked and sounded fine. Gave me a bunch of grief just because he could.
Hey, we're guys. It's what we do.
Anyway, he didn't show up today and they held Miz Sgt Wildcat over from day shift. I was wondering what happened.
It wasn't until later in the shift that I heard he was in the hospital. From what I hear the bronchitis turned into pneumonia and other associated problems.
He best get his big butt better and come back to work soon. Too dang hot for me to stay out on the yard. I'm spoiled. I need an office with air conditioning.
Tuesday is going to be Make Sgt Uncle T Better Day.
And National Dry Martini Day, for criminy sakes.
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