Thursday morning, I woke to the sound of The Curmudgeon in distress, leapt out of bed and ran to see what was going on.  He’d fallen, got his foot tangled in the bathroom rug.  He couldn’t get up.  My neighbor wasn’t available either.

     By the time I finally got The Curmudgeon to his bed, sweat poured off me as if I’d just stepped out of a downpour, and we have the AC on.  By then I was also cussing up a storm.  He scares me so much when he does that, and I feel so helpless, all I can do is cuss.  He lets me blow off steam, he knows I need to do it.

      Once I had him settled in, I went down to take care of the dogs.  When they were pottied and fed, I grabbed a cup of coffee, sat at my computer and caught up on the latest news.

     I still hadn’t cooled down by the time I’d had my second coffee.  I called G and told her not to worry about her dinner.  I was going to take care of it. 

     Later, I picked up two subs, one for G and the other for me.  The Curmudgeon had a hamburger steak, and his favorite tater tots since he can’t eat a sub.  His idea, not mine.

     I hope when I wake today, I will have an easy day.  I need one for a change.

     You all have a good one.

English: These are what tater tots look like. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)