Ninety degrees yesterday. This meant I had a ‘jolt me out of a sound sleep give me a headache to start my day’ phone call from The Curmudgeon to say he couldn’t walk well enough to take care of Gavin but Lucy was done. I’m happy he tried but unhappy that he probably would have been able to do both dogs had he just worn his ice vest to keep him cool.

     Why didn’t he wear his ice vest you ask? I asked him the same effing question. I have no idea what is so difficult about putting it on before he gets too warm and collapses.

       I hate this effing disease that has taken away the strong man I married.

     I can’t wait for him to get his cart. He still doesn’t know about it. Everyone will love the delivery of it. His surprise?  Priceless!

You okay Daddy?