I feel like I did that to death. There's nothing left for me to say. And I've pretty much heard it all repeatedly.

I guess I'm like Donald Trump. Mainly, I consult "with myself . . . because I have a very good brain."

I stayed home for a few days, letting him more fully depend on the home attendent. I'm back here for the weekend. He's more subdued and I know he missed me. It felt wonderful to be home though. Now I feel like I got all upset over nothing.

He probably won't make any wise cracks for awhile.

I have a terrible cold starting.