I don’t know how long I’ll have the room to myself, but I need the break!
— MRW
I don’t know how long I’ll have the room to myself, but I need the break!
— MRW
One waffle, two strips of bacon, and two cups of coffee (black). Still hungry!
— MRW
Two slices of Pepperidge Farm Farmhouse Hearty White bread, generous amounts of Heinz ketchup, and Vlasic kosher dill spears. Tasty!
— MRW
— MRW
This afternoon, it’s another episode between the oversexed young lady in a wheelchair and an old guy who can barely get around with a walker (NOT yours truly). She desperately yearns to play kissy-face and he stubbornly resists (mostly).
Female CNAs, as many as three at once, have in their wisdom determined that the old codger needs their protection and they have physically blocked the amorous lass from the object of her affections; she has resorted to a screaming tantrum. (Her fits are no worse than listening to the political programs and UFO shows my roommate is obsessed by all day long.)
It seems to have calmed down for the moment — but I bet the old guy has NEVER enjoyed the attention of multiple ladies at once!
Having typed this report, I’ll now return to the hallway for further developments.
— MRW
The overgrown hillside to the north is covered in snow, and it’s still lightly falling . . . Temperature outside is 16 degrees.
I’m expecting two cups of hot, black coffee to arrive shortly.
— MRW
President Trump’s worst failure was in keeping that weird little man Fauci around, so he could focus on worthless vaccines instead of antivirals. (Fauci was also a wretched excuse for a scientist in the fight against HIV back in the 1980s.)
— MRW
— MRW
As I finished the post above, the 300+ pound bedridden roommate let loose with another bout of explosive diarrhea; NO sympathy from me for this critter, so I’m NOT getting soft in my Bidenesque dotage.
— MRW
— MRW