November 29

I apologize for not making a post over the last three days. The King has been busy with Royal Galas, Haley's ugly sweater birthday party, and hockey team Christmas Party. On Thursday evening, we had barbecued steak. I decided earlier on Thursday to wrestle the barbecue up onto the deck from the patio. No problem for a King. On Friday, a little birdy told Judy, "I see you have your barbecue on the deck now." Busted. The Queen didn't give permission for the movement of assets. We had a good laugh about that one. On Saturday, I dispensed with our home's land line. My new cell phone number is now the old land line number. If you have my old cell phone number in your contacts, please delete. This was another major move that I made without royal consent. Even though I am a King, at home I am only a drone in the hive. One of my dear daughters...I won't disclose whether it was Drizelda or Anastasia, ratted on me. The Queen had me on the rack today for two counts of treason. I'm hoping no one who reads this blog will tell Judy that I move her TV watching chair to the other side of the room. I am on such thin ice, it is hard to stick handle my way out of trouble. Over the last three days, Judy has been spending more time in her chair and going for walks three times a day. She is still off of food and liquids. She is only allowed to sip water. On the backside, the leakage is abating somewhat. The catheter has been running clearer. Of course, this is good news. There is not much to report from the surgeons on the weekend. It's time for my beauty sleep. Ciao.