Bored to Death

So, wish I could say that the patient was moving better.

The braces are still on, the movements are stifled...

...so these few days of rest have been truly restful.

I have a bit of a routine, of course.

I work on writing stuff for a few hours each morning...

...then plan and work on dinner.

Maybe clean-up a bit.

I’m usually awake a few hours before Kathy...so those are nice, quiet hours.

Me & the doggies.

I was at the computer when I heard Kathy wake up yesterday...

...she’s still on the couch because bed is too much.

“Clifford!”

“Working,” I called back.

“On what?”

“Books!”

“Ahh.”

I know she needed coffee. Brought it to her.

“Need an hour,” I said.

By noon, we were settled, watching the show:

“Get Shorty”.

On our phones.

Jake and a buddy came by for dinner.

Roast, mashed potatoes and corn and I even baked brownies.

Back to the television.

“I’m so bored,” the patient said.

“Couple of more weeks,” I mentioned.

“And you’re leaving Monday,” she moaned.

“I gotta’ work.”

A couple of minutes passed.

“I’m bored,” she said.

“Don’t know what to tell you.”

Couple of more minutes.

“I’m going to bingo tomorrow,” she said.

I thought of a couple of “free” hours. I’d work some more.

“Don’t get that look,” she said. “You’re going too.”

Bah!

I’m going to bingo!

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