I am so comfy as I wake, the picture of Bob and me on our first West coast vacation obscuring the clock radio. The pillows are just right, nothing pinches or twinges. Reluctantly, I perform my morning ablutions; throw on turtleneck polo, velour pants and my Montauk sweatshirt, which predates the photo, reminiscent of our first weekend together. Without closing the bed, I reach for my sunglasses and my phone, grab my bag and drive to the store to capture the Sunday Times. Now 8:15, my coffee is brewing and the morning I look forward to all week can begin.
By surrounding myself with photos and mementos of our history together, I fill myself with comforting thoughts which somehow make our visits together warmer and more comforting to me. My new feeling seems to be working as Bob has been more lucid and expressive lately.
Yesterday, when I arrived the stasff informed me the temple on Bob's glasses was wearing thin( read cracked) so I bundled him into the car to drive to the glassses repair shop, which was closed. We then drove to Sport Clips, the guys' favorite bsrber shop, where they can see the game and have pretty girls cut and shampoo their hair. There was a wait and Bob said he was hungry. So we left our name on the list and went to MacD's for a Happy meal. Bob was happy, able to then wait his turn and enjoy the experience