I am still struggling…Nothing got done.

I spent the entire day trying to reason with The Curmudgeon who, at times, seems to have taken leave of his senses.

Answering the same question for the twentieth time during the day will finally make me snap and yell at him to “go to his room and take a damned nap.”

Too tired, because he woke me early by falling and scaring the crap out of both me and Lucy. (Scared her enough that she growled, grumbled and went back to sleep.)

Too sore to work on the rug and I didn’t want to disturb him because, after I recruited a neighbor to help him back into bed, he went back to sleep.

Sometime between lunch and dinner he broke the toilet seat. Later he was able to fix it. Good thing because I, at that point, had reached the the I don’t give a fuck stage. There’s another toilet in this house I can use.

So glad I stopped taking those pills the weight doctor had me on (I ran out of them and didn’t bother getting them refilled.) You can’t drink while on them.

Tonight I had …