Finally dragging myself into the shower. Drama hangovers are much worse than booze hangovers.
While I was out R. tried to get out of a chair on her own. No harm done but this probably means no more outings for me for awhile. Sigh.
I swear to God if I said i was going to lay down and die R. would have three things she’d want me to do for her first.
Having one of our two-hour standoffs over food. It is fricking ridiculous.
If I don’t get out of this house soon, craziness will ensue.
GROAN. Looks like we’re in for a little old lady dramafest today.
About to get on the Bicycle Going Nowhere for the second session of the morning.
Moved on to “Rear Window” over barbecue for supper.
R. is elated. Hitchcock marathon today. Finishing up “Vertigo,” to be followed by “The Birds.”
Actually slept late. Still trying to process this rare event.
I need it to be about four hours from now so I can get out on the bike and burn off some steam.
