Bill had his CT scan this morning. He tried to pay me to drink the contrast. I told him I wasn't that desperate. He downed the nasty stuff then had a sucker to try to get the metallic taste out of his mouth. Breakfast after that then went and visited Mom, fed her cat, Rite Aid, cleaners and post office. Poor Bill was so tired when he got home that he's spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch.
It's 8:52 p.m. and approaching 9:00 when I would talk to Mom each night. She'd call me and say, "I'm getting ready to go to bed." I miss talking to her on the phone.
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