“What’s the matter? WHAT’S THE MATTER? I will tell you “what’s the matter!” I go out of my way for you! I do everything to try and make you happy. I feed you, I clean you, I dress you, and what thanks do I get? “Oh, you bought the wrong paper, Anne, I can’t write on this paper, Anne!” Well, I’ll get your stupid paper but you just better start showing me a little appreciation around here, Mr. MAN!”

Dear Diary:  He is feeling about the same today.  I did get him to eat some wonderful chicken noodle soup…He opened the can, but I heated it in the microwave for him and lovingly carried the bowl to where he was sitting on the couch.  I was unnerved by the rug on the floor, I didn’t want to trip over it and spill boiling hot chicken noodle soup on his lap.  Could I have more ice tea, he asks.  Of course, Paul, I’ll get it for you.  It’s nice to hear him sniff, cough and groan – that way I know he is still in the house.

I’ve been working in the basement – its dark and quiet and I have a lot of time to think.

Until next time…..