A lovely 64 degrees at a little past midnight. I do love cool nights they make for good sleeping.

Someone please explain how I pulled a stomach muscle yesterday. It has a lot to do with owning two bull terriers. 😀

A dinner of beer battered codfish, fried to a perfect golden brown, and served with french fries, made The Curmudgeon very happy.

He needs some happy, the neurosurgeon said there is nothing they can do for him. The damage is too bad and whatever they did would only make it worse.

I’ve been worried about him, he’s been looking rather thin. I was right, he  told me that they weighed him at the neurosurgeon’s office and he is the lightest he’s ever been since before I met him back in 1971. This is not a good thing him being underweight. I wish it were me taking off the pounds. He can’t afford to.

I don’t know what we’re going to do now. He’s in constant pain and his pain medications are not giving him much relief. He’s falling into another deep depression, I’m thinking they’ll need to adjust his antidepressants.

I appeal to his friends to please come see him, he needs to have his mind taken off his pain and company is a wonderful distraction for him.