Better! I Think?

I just asked Bill what I should say to describe his status right now, and he said to tell you he has "considerable abdominal pain" and "persistent fatigue." Ha. He always has to talk like a Prof.

So of course I said, "CONSIDERABLE abdominal pain?"

He said, "Well, it's kept under control by the pain pills, and I'm trying not to take the pills."

"Why in the wide, wide world of sports would you try NOT to take your pain pills?"

"I don't like to be sleepy all the time."

Ohhhhhhh, yesssss, lest you wonder: I have suggested talking to the doctor about DIFFERENT pain pills that would meet his needs.

"Nope. Don't wanna talk to the doctor."

Well, there ya go! If he were a woman, he'd be a Cat Stevens song: Lookin for a hard headed woman, headed woman...

As it stands, he's merely a hit single from Sufjan Stevens' new album: There's too much riding on that, too much, too much, too much love...

I'm not sure the above two paragraphs make any sense, but what does?

He's eating a little more food, is less Ensure-dependent. And right now, he is sitting on the sofa in the sunroom doing a crossword and talking to Raggy, our temporary auxiliary backup dog.

Tonight, we will watch last Sunday's episode of Dexter, and then a Netflix of MadMen--still on season two. Oh, hey, last night I dreamed about Don Draper. He was being a jerk because I borrowed a chair from him. Hmmmmmm. And what might THAT mean? I returned the chair, after all, and had to walk across a shallow ocean in India to do so. Stupid Don Draper.

Later, taters!