Better
Stand by for the standard whine about the heat and humidity of an Ottawa summer day. I used to say that growing up in the tropics I could handle it, but Ottawa has cured me of that vanity. Yes, tropical humidity is oppressive, but in the city… No. Just no. Even Jerry is lying around lethargically and sucking up all the cool breeze he can manage… he’s even avoiding our laps because it seems to be too hot for him. Don is experiencing a lot of pain today; walking was difficult and he joked he’d have to head down to the car about half an hour ahead of me so he can get there so we can leave on time. I don’t know what to do (because, of course, he doesn’t do doctors) and the massager is going quite often. My comment was that his legs are bored by too much baseball, but he ignores me. I apologize for skipping the last few days. I was far too upset by the personal worker issue and couldn’t focus. It annoys me that this bothers me so much! ...