Just a thank you to my nurse who stayed home from work today to get onto me for attempting to do things on my own aka tending to my every disabled wish. Seriously, this lady made me a sandwich at lunch that resembled Schlotzsky’s, and even the bread was fresh & homemade (they’re far from being the best in the world, but matching their bread is a feat of greatness). Then, she moved all of my office stuff downstairs all by herself; building me my own work corner while I’m unable to climb stairs. After that, she moved a living room chair up the stairs without help to create a guitar nook. She ended it all with pancakes and sausage for dinner.

I’m not a fan of getting older, but I have my version of the perfect wife. If I can keep from running her off, the end might not be so bad. Everything except the butt-wiping part. I’m quite particular about such things.