“He’s SO tempermental, that Herman!”

Yeah.  So? 

I’ve always been that way.  First response to fear?  Anger.  First reaction when angered?  Tear someone a new one.

I feel pretty….okay….today.  Well, for a freakin’ morning, anyway.  I presume it was Mikey who just hollered and scared the fuck out of Louis, but whomever it was "redeemed" himself by being cooperative about switching packs of cigarettes.  I spent half the fucking night coughing my fool head off.

So I was ready to bite back, but then I asked politely about the cigarettes, and Mikey was friendly about them, so no war.  Good.  War tires me so.

We missed another appointment this morning.  Mikey thought it was tomorrow that he had an MRI at 8:30am, but it was today.  We know about one today at 1:30pm at the orthopoedist.  I hope we get to it.  We have two hours.

Anyway.

Time to change!  Shit, Piers doesn’t know how to function when he’s NOT blowing up, I tell you.  Oh hell, the washing machine is on, and it just startled me!!!!

Must have coffee.  I’m outta here, folks.

God, I’m so old.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack