Oh forgive me, Paul, for prattling away and making everything all oogy.

I finally looked it up.

1. oogy. Feeling the effect of an illness or injury. Think of Kathy Bates’ character in Stephen That old sponge sat, mildewing in the sink, until it got all oogy.

Dear Diary:  Paul is feeling better today.  When I got outta bed he was sitting at the counter writing, ahem drawing diagrams for a counter.  Billy was right up there watching.
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 It would seem he is no longer feeble and I fear he is much stronger and would be able to Zig to my Zag so I must leave my Anne Wilkes persona and return to June Cleaver.
Until next time.
 

MISERY!

Someone asked in a post somewhere, sometime ago who they thought should play them in the movie of their life.  I chose Kathy Bates.

I’m waiting for the rigatoni to finish and I have broccoli in the microwave – he’s sick today and this is about the first meal that I’ve had to cook since Christmas.  He – the angel – said about the time he retired from the correctional facility that he would do the grocery shopping and do the cooking…he appreciated all of the meals I had cooked over the lifetime of our marriage and he would take over….awesome.  I can hear all of you.

He has had a head cold for a couple of days – and the melaleuca stirred up feelings of the flu last night – he was in dire straits – right to the bathroom..says he is better today but is pretty quiet and doing a lot of resting.  He is not your typical man when he is sick.

With all of that being said…I can’t get Kathy Bates and James Caan off my mind tonight….capiche?

Until next time…