One of the perks of being the wife and caregiver of an MS patient is the level of daily stress you have.

It affects my writing, I don’t do much these days.

I also find that I lose words often. I can be in mid sentence and the word I intended to use disappears.

Poof, it is gone and I can’t find it so I stutter and stop while my brain goes through its search engine. However, more often than not that search comes up error 404.

I miss the peace and quiet of nights where The Curmudgeon actually stayed in bed and I could write uninterrupted. Now I tend to stay in a waiting-for-his-door-to-open stasis, not daring to open a book file and start writing, because invariably as soon as I do, his door opens and he comes downstairs.

I’ve lost many words.

Today’s T-shirt