I guess I should nudge Pat out of bed so he can drive before Naptime.
All I’ve done is bring in the water, take out the trash and semi-make my bed. I feel like a slug.
Even though I thought about making a journal entry and writing to my Favorite Son, I did neither. My right knee hurts is the reason, I’m sure. And I think I didn’t take the 0800 dose of morphine...