Saturday the 21st

I love the pleasure of sleeping in whenever I can. It harkens back to my teenage years when I routinely slept 10 - 11 hours a night. The once-in-a-while when I can do it feels like a victory. Today I woke up after 8:30, almost in disbelief, my whole being happy and satisfied.

You were up very early, which is your habit, but once you tired out at 10:30 a.m., you never got your energy back. We had hoped to go to Costco after I finished laminating placemats at the teachers' store. We never made it. I drained the hot tub and tried to return the internet card from the cell phone company. I looked at possible new phones and will probably go with the Blackberry curve because the company is having a great deal on them, buy one and after rebates you'll have two for a grand total of $49.99, not because it best suits my needs but because of the good deal. I'm sure it will more than adequately suit my purposes.

You had a little solid food today, and yesterday the visiting nurse showed you how to use Pepsi to both clean out your J tube and give you a couple of calories. I bought more Ensure for you at the store. Geez, that stuff is expensive! I wish you would start using up all those cans of nourishment the hospital sent over. We have almost a hundred of them.

This evening I realized I had drained the hot tub but little pools of water were still in the seats and on the bottom. So I got a big Shamwow and started cleaning them up. I wanted to disconnect the hose I had put from the tub into the yard because I was worried the dogs would chew it up. You saw me sopping up the liquid and told me to stop. The problem was that you didn't do it nicely. Not at all. You even cursed at me....something about how I wasn't taking good care of myself. That was completely unnecessary. What is this? One false move and I get cussed out? It came out of nowhere, and I truly don't deserve it. I wonder what is going on in your head when you skip 'nice' and go straight to 'very mean'. Are you happy now? I'm not.