he thought he had some strange exotic illness. yup. He disturbed me for that. so for the next 90 minutes, between yawns, I listened to his diatribe about his illnesses. actually, if he would simply take care of himself, he would feel much much better.
I helped him up and he left. then, it was 4:30PM and about time to think about dinner. I haven't felt so good the last few days. my arthritis has been attacking oodles of tissues and ouch ouch.
I'm feeling better now but ouch ouch.
Scooter the kat has been getting more and more lovie dovy. I didn't know cats licked their pals! He also wants to curl up in my lap and go to sleep. thank goodness he's not a saint Bernard.
time for din din.