Well today I felt like I almost had a handle on things, so something must clearly be wrong. I know that men my age suddenly become prone to confusion, so perhaps that is it, but I am committed to enjoy my delusions as long as I possibly can.
Today however, Amanda has come home not feeling well, and although I do take care of her, I am certainly the wrong kind of doctor to be treating her. My prescriptions always have something to do with me, like to scratch my back 3 times a day or “as needed,” jokes that do not bode well when she is under the weather. I do always have the knowledge that she chose to marry me, so I suppose she understand that she gets what she deserves….but I do really take good care of her (and even she would tell you that.)
But even in her low state, she was committed to renewing our “vowels” (see the earlier post). She then went to bed. She has not been sleeping too well, and part of that is that Scotty is now in “The Crucible,” the final test before becoming a Marine. It is a big deal as it is 54 hours long and no sleep. But I have been comforting her.
He will do fine, as he chose that!
Goodnight my friends and God Bless!
Tommy+