Well, my universe is back in balance - we have ice cream!
I just made a quick run to McKay’s while my bread was rising, and I think it’s in the bake mode now. Besides the few necessaries, **FCD ** asked me to bring him some fruit, so I splurged and got him some fresh pineapple chunks, some cut-up honeydew, and some marginally overpriced strawberries. Hey - he’s recuperating, so he’s entitled to some goodies.
Last time my sweetie used his blowtorch, he was melting the ends of some nylon straps so they wouldn’t fray. Before that, he had to solder the copper pipes leading to the outside faucet out front - the freeze-proof unit froze and split. My fault - I didn’t disconnect the hose… Anyway, it’s good now. But it’s *our * blowtorch.
Speaking of my sweetie, he’s crashed again. So are the critters. I’m the only non-napper in the bunch, and I’m the only one who’s done anything all day! Not a complaint, just a comment. Poor **FCD ** keeps apologizing for me having to do everything. Um, duh - spinal surgery! I keep reminding him that he’d do the same for me if the situation was reversed. Sometimes I think he likes to wallow in guilt. Sheesh…



