I love the sheer obstinate nature of the number 13. Friday, the 13th is generally a lucky day for me. I don’t know whether it will work for me today...
I never blogged yesterday... It was a full day. I happily attended our monthly Board meeting at the Association... I felt like I contributed and that was a really good feeling...so different from the care giver role.
I needed gas and I was energized. Off to Costco... dog food, Ensure, apple juice, coffee and home to my honey... I’d pestered him while I was gone; asking if we needed peanut butter and such; but really just checking in. Upon arrival; I made lunch and decided to put those gorgeous eggplants into service. ..walla: eggplant parmigiana...one for tonight and one for the freezer. I only hope T can eat it.
Right about cocktail hour; Jim blew his horn and we, masked T, Riley & I, made the trip across the street. T is a social being and he’s been sequestered for a month now... he decided to chance it.... when he was tired we went home. I made fettucine with eggs and T ate a fair share... we showered and went to bed to watch a stupid movie and I instantly fell asleep... only to awake at 2:30AM and nightmares I didn’t want to complete kept me reading until 5:30AM changing T’s shirts to try and keep him dry.
Now it’s the 13th... Changing sheets and towels and washing clothes, CVS for meds and home to try and get T to eat something... time for a funny movie....
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