I fell asleep this afternoon. DrBob woke me at six so I could make dinner (because I’d promised I would, not because he’s one of Those Husbands) and propped me up in front of the stove. I burned the chicken. I don’t know what happened to the noodles. And I’m pretty sure the sauce is not usually that color. Damn. There go all my June Cleaver points.
This morning Ignatz said “I think we should get a cat and a dog, so we can have bilingual pets.”