I woke VERY early to The Curmudgeon yelling.  I leapt out of bed and dashed downstairs to find him flat on the floor and unable to pull himself up into his chair.  I cannot lift him when he’s like this because he’s dead weight.

     I dialed the neighbor’s number, handed the phone to The Curmudgeon, and ran back upstairs to get dressed.  A minute or two after returning downstairs, the neighbor was here to help.

     Our neighbor lifted The Curmudgeon into his chair after a couple attempts.  The rest of the day The Curmudgeon spent recovering.  After a long nap and by dinnertime he was doing better.

     I don’t know what I’d do without our neighbors.

     You all have a good one!