It’s a damned shame that I am afraid to talk about when The Curmudgeon has a few decent days in a row for fear of jinxing it.

He has so few of them.

He did manage to scare the crap out of me today by, once again, not leaving me a note when he’s off somewhere. He claims he can’t write well enough to leave one.

Looks like I need to make a special board with a magnet he can move around.

I went to:

the pharmacy

the store

to get a blood test

a doctor appointment

I think that would work. Either that or have Lucy keep him in check.