Here’s a snapshot of a man I had logical discussions with for 2 weeks about hurricanes, tornadoes, global warming and weather-related disasters. He stayed glued to the TV throughout Hurricanes Helene and Milton. One full day, he was watching nothing but the weather station.
Feeling the chill from vivid TV coverage, he cranks the thermostat up to 85 in his bedroom. I left him at 10:00 pm last night tucked into bed with feet propped up to aid in reducing the swelling in his ankles. I covered him up with a big, heavy blanket. This morning, I walk in and find a unique arrangement.
Kristy: Comfortable?
Don: What’s that smell?
Kristy: I would venture a guess it’s the smoldering embers of your remaining brain tissue.
Don: I can see the White House across the street.
Kristy: Do you want a cupcake with your cereal this morning?
Don: Are they White House cupcakes?
Kristy: They are white, but they are from this house.
Don: What time do we leave?
Kristy: To go where?
Don: Home. Samantha is here, and she’s hungry.
Kristy: That’s not Samantha, that’s Max.
Don: I need a doctor appointment. My back and shoulder are killing me.
Thought Bubble: Hello, medical clinic, I need to schedule an appointment for my husband who thinks a T-Bone sleeping position between a hospital bed and a recliner chair is the cat’s meow for a restful night’s sleep. A sleep number bed with handcuffs and shackles seems more appropriate to me, but whatever.
Note to Self: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my sanity to keep, angels seem to be on strike, and I wake up each morning finding something I don’t like. Amen.