82 degrees??? Heat just about kills me, but anyway, E and I were very kindly invited to Easter dinner with Connie and Dave and Dave's mother, Louise. Dave cooked as Connie just had her arm operated on and had her wing in a sling. At one point L was telling us how her doctor had told her to drink three Ensures a day, but her heart doctor stopped her because her congestive heart condition doesn't allow for much liquid. I said, "What about bars?" and Louise exclaimed that, "Oh, no! They would just kill me!" Con hastened to say that I wasn't talking about going out to bars. At 9 I rather abruptly staggered to my feet -- well, it took a while -- and said I had to take my sister home. I don't think they understood quite -- I just meant she had to go to work and needed to go home. She gets up at some ridiculous hour like 5. I know she never goes to bed early enough to get eight hours sleep, but we don't have to make it seem like the plan.
*82 degrees on 11-April-04 but there is no global warming...
posted by - 11:02 PM