It’s not easy for me to find time to write where I am not being pestered by The Curmudgeon and his constant need to talk about what is on the TV even though I am sitting eight feet away from him.

There is where the need for peace comes in.

He doesn’t understand that need.

I wish I still had my second floor office. I gave that up when my sister’s kids were here. Never did move myself back there and now that room is a catch-all.

Maybe, once the attic is cleaned? If that ever happens. We need professionals for that job.

On another note.

Today his neurologist decided to see what she can do about getting him a stair glider so we don’t risk another fall. She’s also going to see what she can do about a safety analysis of our house.

Personally, I’d rather sell this damned house and move somewhere with lower taxes and all on one floor.

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