ALL NIGHT
George was ill last night with a bit of food poisoning. All night.
About 400 people showed up for an annual potluck, most bringing something to eat. He ate a far, far wider variety of things than I did. I hope 400 other folks didn’t go home ill. Yes, he didn’t go to work. Yes, I am a worry wart.
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- Himself: Finally got to sleep around dawn. His knee looks like it has shingles.
- Herself: I have an appointment at the VA tomorrow to see if I qualify for audiology.
- Reading: Box. “Open Season,” his first Joe Pickett novel.
- Watching: This morning the Boston Marathon, this evening Antiques Roadshow.
- Gratitude’s: That he’s vastly better by noon.
Oh, man. How awful it would be to be responsible for poisoning people at a potluck. I hope he is much better today.
Thanks dear Bonnie. Eileen tells me that right now it’s eggs or romaine lettuce. George ate an egg thing. I let the person in charge know what happened. Nope, fractionally better only.
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Glad he’s better. Parker gets his hearing aids though VA. So grateful because that is a big expense otherwise!
I’m way down on the categories as G’s income is pretty good. Still, It;’s got to be less through the VA.
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