Actually, it’s been several days. The Curmudgeon has had trouble walking again. The other day I had to knock on my neighbor’s door after he went down and I couldn’t get him up.

Then yesterday I took him to get his glasses and by the time we got home he could barely walk again.

The night before last he fell twice in his room. Not a good thing with all the junk he has in there. He managed to cut himself in his eyebrow. I wish I could clear that room of clutter so he was in less danger of hurting himself.

He refuses to allow me to take his reloading equipment out of the room and that’s the primary blockage by his bed. I keep telling him he’s never going to use it again, please call one of his friends who might want it all.

He won’t even let me toss out the pair of old speakers he has taking up floor space. I’m at wits end with him on his collections of stuff he’ll never use all over the house.

Then there’s all the power tools in the basement…