We’re back at the ‘big house’ in the valley. Wifey has had diarrhea all week and called her doc yesterday. Doc wanted her to have a Covid test, which we couldn’t get over there, so we drove back last evening and are getting tested Sunday morning. Both of us. Joy.
I had to tell them that I had symptoms too. I do, but they prolly aren’t related to the plague. No matter. If Wifey has covid, so do I.
For the record: I lurves chili, with or without beans, with or without tomatoes. With or without vinegar. I’ve even eaten chili made with cactus ‘leaves’. Even with macaroni in it. Don’t care. I lurves it.
Don’t drink much tea, but when I do I like just a little bit of sugar, or honey.
Mom, ouch!
Nellie, I slather myself with Cetaphil, the kind with oatmeal in it, to help with the itching from eczema. It won’t get rid of it completely, but it helps me. For really bad patches, I use a steroid ointment.
Sunny, if you still lived up here, you’d have all the rain you could stand and then some.
Wifey wants Chinese for dinner tonight. It’s rare enough for her to want Chinese that I’m happy to arrange it. Need to check which restaurant(s) around here have take out.
I’m gonna say something here that some of you may not like, but please think about it before dismissing it as the ramblings of a grumpy old coot.
Old folks can be, and quite often are, grumpy and stubborn. And most of us don’t have as many brain cells as we used to, but we’re still grown-ups and we don’t like being treated like children who don’t know what’s good for us. Let us finish out our years how and where we want. We’ve earned it.
Y’all have a nice weekend, ya’hear?